BREAKING THE STARS
We came here before the storm came, before
The big waves began to form
Toward the sea wall, rolling
And capping, white teeth,
All teeth, no brains.
Figures on small inflatable rafts
Bob up and down
At the very top of the sea wall.
They are close enough to speak with.,
Over against us, like angels.
They ply their rafts like dreamers.
We are tricked by visions.
They break the stars
Apart and make rooms of them
Where we can walk,
Remembering friends, travels
To sweet smelling shores,
The taste of a lover's mouth
Before the big waves come,
Before the sea itself embraces
All weather, washing over us
Day after day, night after night,
Leaving messages in our bones,
Washing those same bones away.
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