how many times? will we sit out on the pier trying to read a book in the dark wanting alone and those people keep putting their bags onto the bench
and they talk
french
Farsi

beige shoes shawl
underneath this platform is an animal
shaped like a star
long yellow arms
some alone
others huddled
cuddled
in little star groups
on the cold bottom

what i did get to read
said:
you are the unborn the undying i am
and when you forget and see only the back of the animal
pulling the plow across that field
and the grass cutting your feet makes you angry
go back to it