fingers
of a fountain
clenched
unclenched
pointing
to heaven
without understanding
lips
false as a beach
damp
a pearl on the lip
dampened
the blackness of a tear
falling
the memory dies
slowly
a plate
held before each face
saying who am i
the moon
(fresh feet
in sawdust
rust before
noon)
the moon after all
of a fountain
clenched
unclenched
pointing
to heaven
without understanding
lips
false as a beach
damp
a pearl on the lip
dampened
the blackness of a tear
falling
the memory dies
slowly
a plate
held before each face
saying who am i
the moon
(fresh feet
in sawdust
rust before
noon)
the moon after all
