she sat beside the lake,
was that a smile on her lips?

but it’s a lake, not the ocean,
he said.   foolishness stuck

to his skin.   like memory.

but see, how close the stars
are here?   one of heaven’s

gates.   her response.

yes, he said.   then lets us
be the moon.
 
 

how close can two stars be?

this much, two fingers close.

one to the other one, is one.

 
 
 
 
 
     ty wg   nov/pm