precious rock,
starlit speck
i saw me from 3.7 billion miles away
we were embracing
i was listening
the finch that befriended us in February
songs seeping from your trumpet
cold water in the well
this quiche i am composing
i saw them all from 3.7 billion miles away
and they were already gone
my sweet snippets, evaporated
but those snippets belonged
love gave them to me
and this vapor of a life -
i drank it