Puddles
capture
stars
throw them
at our feet
where we with each
hurrying footstep
destroy each
perfect universe.
And now, that
we have gone
(lovers eager to be
home)
puddles
patiently
reform
wrestle stars
to the ground
(trapped in the rain’s
shattered mirrors)
reflect yet
another
perfect universe
that trembles
at the approach
of a pair
of bright
newly red stilettos.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-perfect-universe-for-lyn/
