Stars Shake
Stars shake, maybe, perpetual light from windows. I ask your doings after dusk, during digestion
we walk and walk and talk. Your smell…drunk of cool phrases, but doesn’t matter with water seeping
Into my shoes. I like this directionless testimony of feet on beach.
But that’s the past and the sand has moved again.
Joe Hollander
Jul 22 2009
I loved the last part: the sand has moved again.