When the sky was thinner and water faster,
we would chase the falling stars,
thousands of them each night,
and we'd sprint until we found them
already exploded against the land
into a million bits,
pieces piled on top of one another,
covering all water,
smothering all green;
the stars there,
broken and soft and yellow and warm,
running through the grooves between our knuckles,
trying to feel the fragments
childishly forgetting to wonder why.
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Really enjoyed this! Makes me want to be a kid again. :)
Great poem, Johnny. I like the form, the flow, the rhythm, the music. But most of all I like the story.