15.

shining

her open face

solarized, aglow

tilted at just such an angle

will take you (surprise

and all) away

over palisades, balding

escarpments, cold
stone lines
rising

are we siting stories

the moon is orange

or a new yellow – tell me

the name of the star

to the right of (beneath

or along, un-swayed by

– with) such borrowed

incandescence

or lies, bright enough to cast shadows

her oceans long gone

sorrow and time

her arms

lost

or are we done

with such filters and

worlds are not stars but

stones between

waiting and Venus

is just this
distant

girl

talking?