Saturday, March 2, 2013

star drop

star drop

how bleached sun hits/
a single droplet of water/
and it is essentially contained there/
as if by magic/
dangling from the bare/
and dormant fingers of an apple bough/end of winter/
and it holds the entire star/
as brightly as any other great nothingness/
could ever hope/
to hold it just as well.