8.21.18

8-3-18

You can still see Mars,

and the water drops on the asters

are likewise red.

These are constellation days,

when we leave the windows open

to let in warm night

and the barking of dogs.

Memory feels close,

a bit stifling, if you think about it,

and close enough to reach for,

if you need it.

I hate old habits,

but he night is full of weight,

full of song, full of stones,

and close enough to reach for,

if you need it.