The Loneliness Of The Heavens

Children in the stars made to touch kisses-
Outside of carports,
And housewives watching footballs games in the rain-
Other words I don’t know-
And other movements that remain unkind to me-
Memories of unwrapping presents for
Christmas-
The very moment before Eucharist,
And frog princes waiting to become kings-
And if you saw her in Pieta: maybe your mother, or maybe
Someone else just as beautiful you know,
How would you linger there, beside the ball parks and
The high schools,
While the busses turned around to the smell of
Popcorn- and what would the beautiful girls you never
Truly know say to you,
As their memory slipped through the banishing echoes,
And you tried to please yourself in the loneliness
Of the heavens using any way that was left to you.