Perhaps then a real star, no I think
I will go back and do the dishes.
If I am still attached to things,
I will argue with the big dipper.
How shall I start my list?
Should I take the names of flowers
From the Greek and then
Go to Vincentown Florists and
Make a bouquet of Asian lilies
And hyacinths? It is with a great
Sense of relief that I go about
My day today, star-cross’d,
Ignorant of so much. Hey, you
Sound adorable enough to cry,
Why then do you say, no, it’s
The other way around,
I’m laughing louder and louder
These days, and my eyes
Squint at the bureaucracy
Of grass lining the house I am
Taking care of all this week.
The heavenly earth speaks once.
The sweet ache of flesh
Is a guitar chord of the sadness
We carry within. I don’t want
To end what I’m saying,
It’s just that the luminosity
Tells me, just take it, and run really fast.