Puddles <br />capture <br />stars <br /> <br />throw them <br />at our feet <br /> <br />where we with each <br />hurrying footstep <br /> <br />destroy each <br />perfect universe. <br /> <br />And now, that <br />we have gone <br /> <br />(lovers eager to be <br />home) <br /> <br />puddles <br />patiently <br />reform <br /> <br />wrestle stars <br />to the ground <br /> <br />(trapped in the rain’s <br />shattered mirrors) <br /> <br />reflect yet <br />another <br />perfect universe <br /> <br />that trembles <br />at the approach <br /> <br />of a pair <br />of bright <br /> <br />newly red stilettos.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-perfect-universe-for-lyn/
