At the End of the Way


I caught the animals as you threw them up:
the dog, the cat, the giraffe,
and we laughed.
I held your hand
in the park.
We watched a man
take a hotdog out
of a paper hat.
And we laughed.
He pulled out a jar of mustard too.
I caught each ring of fire
that you threw,
caught the second guess,
caught the bus to your house,
caught your arm as you went past,
but could not catch the stars
that crossed.

Oh, blu-fish, how you make my heart beat a bit faster.


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