How crazily

By | 23 July 2009

No longer light years away
he sits on the suitcase,
no handsome visitor.

Nostalgia is a genre
forgetting time
(tell me)
and the colour in each petal.
But there's a taste-
(and tell us where we are)

It begins & ends like this
falling back on familiars
as if ideas settle
under the gaze of an unquestioning moon

– and how crazily it shines
testing the constance of stars.

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