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.