The stars move too slowly

for what they are supposed to influence:

you are not here yet

and, for that matter, I am not there.

The distance cries between us

like the ghost of some lover

wandering, dark and mad

who curses the druid stars

for their cruelty.

[1974]

06/24/2003

Posted on 06/25/2003
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