A Poem from LT →[More:]

Hey, there, Girl Under the Stars, lying on your back out on the lawn,
Out with your sister who’s on the beach
with her guitar,stoking
the embers
From a slow fire she’s been tending for years?

Did you talk to your friend with the long eyelashes
and the pool cue
Popping out underneath her fedora?
Or the Amazon from the Frozen North
With dazzling, spiraled knots emanating from her chest?

What about the girl who lives with the Ancient Urns,
who bakes the cakes for everyone’s birthdays?
Or that slender Triangle Girl,
I can see all of you shining somewhere, in sundresses and leather jackets

Citrusy girls and girls wearing hats, girls who run
through the alleys and the office supply stores,
and the one who left the light on, and gave me a name
In the evening I ride the satellites and look for you,
spinning and spinning until we all fall down together.