les etoiles secretes

Maybe once was beautiful
on our backs in the grass, dizzy from shaking heads and
hands outwards (green grass angels)
brightest eyes that ever see
a world the color of marmalade, brimming with hope
no places where fingers do not belong,
where eyes cannot touch and
wonder: more than anything else, we try magic to
save the night from turning over, save the day
for long stares and swimming holes
one youth morning turns out better than
the last, better than tomorrow however
small and fragile our knowings are.
We’ll get there.

2004-10-22 | 10:34 a.m.
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