Where Stars Live

Where Stars Live

Tears dribbled from the heavens.
Stars much forgotten.

Stars crying and weeping,
Plopping upon the floor,
Tears a-fleeting,
Wet from the downpour,

Hair in tangles
Lip a-trembling,
Ink sloshing. A paper in mangles,
A plea to stop remembering

The squeak on thorny bench,
A canopy of cloth,
Man sat smiling, his jolly stench.
She listened like a moth.

His words like fire.
Upon the bench he left the canopy,
Upon the bench he left a smile,
She watched the man leave a-counting,

He muttered, "So many Stars."
"But all lie in heaven."