10-9-2016

The edge of the Milky Way.

You could strop it sharper
If you had the time.

It would be easy,
That edge against
All those others:
Waiting, silence among them.

But there was no time,
The dusks too soon dawn,

And those step-stones
Each night
Lulling you and
Your friend's father

Out
From the shore

To the bottom of
Lake Michigan.