I don't know why they call me
that way
and I don't know what will come of it
in this asphalt desert
except the comfort of
lamplight.
Moon-touched concrete and
brick closets
The moon touched this one in
a secret spot
disappointed because I thought
I put it in my pocket
with the vision of a
mosquito-slapping hot, windless
way-past evening.
But it was only lamplight
cold, comfortable blue
underfoot
I can barely see you
through the reeds
who knew you could see so
many stars this far into
the city.
Is that why I'm here?
And not tucked between some
perfectly starched, avacado
sheets yet
I don't know why it calls me like
that
or what is going to make it
matter
back here in my corner
of this asphalt desert
but
in my corner there is a breeze
Come sit with me
Who knew you could see
so many stars this far into
the city?
Take off your shoes and
listen.
Even the asphalt
has its moments.