COLLABORATION with K. FINNERAN
A knife with no point,
you didn’t throw stars at me tonight.
Twinkling less, twinkling dimly,
I can tell you haven’t nurtured
needs needed.
Haven’t really taken the lead,
through this covered constellation.
No need for navigation,
little galileo
Gravity dutifully does its job
I wish I had done mine.
Rivers cross at the oddest times.
November 2013