there remain places here, <br />where tumbling rock slides <br />have rolled down <br />to spill over my edge. <br /> <br />I wonder if these sudden avalanches <br />might startle the stars? <br /> <br />the notion of stars <br />whirring off <br />in all directions, <br />like a frightened cover of birds, <br />is amusing, only because <br />the indifference of them <br />irritates me. <br /> <br />if only they could be held. <br />their skin would be as soft <br />as moonlight.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tumbling/
