if you came here with a purpose, chère
you may not find what you were looking for
if you wanted to see where the grout grew moldy
in the shadow of decline of a slow malforming decade
in a country far from home
well, you may not find the lines you want
but if you came to borrow something brighter
to rifle through the letters and throw them over your head
toss them in the wind like homemade confetti
throw words into the crackling air
then this might do, for you
(people never look up)
seeking stars 