Friday, October 08, 2010

Galileo's Daughter

Moonlit the passenger seat,
My unconcern again resigns to
The dim-out of a frail hairpin;
The complaint if I ever listen.

The games you grew up playing
When block my view,
I single out and discover that
Breaking a nail isn’t overrated.

Till fences we watch scroll by
For their sake and for ours.
Theirs, for they disbelieve;
Ours, for we fall down as one

When in mist by your house
“Alright then” I pronounce,
A cinder past this implosion,
A star your eyelids rub out.