Sunday, August 21, 2011

Both puppies and scientists

He liked to squat and
with a funny L-shaped telescope
look at the stars
that twinkle always. 
Peering into the eyepiece,
the young man almost didn't notice an astronomer at his shoulder. 
(stomach muscles tightened: a long white beard: spiderwebs and snow like afghans resting on a broad mattress)
With no introduction, as astronomers require none,
"Why
does your beard twinkle?"
the astronomer was looking upwards
to twinkles in eyes
The young man followed his gaze, eyes up,
and the beard dissapeared, man with it.
To soggy grass: 
"But you never answered my-"
he rubbed scratchy underside of his jaw, wondering
whether, actually, he had.


-Citron

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