Fin

The stars are spare tonight—

a line strung across the sky
like buoys in the water
that show how close to shore
to sail and not hit rock.

I never thought it would come
to this, your cry on the phone
brittle as November ice, the way
you slammed the receiver down
without a human sound.

When I find our big bed
it's almost light. The stars
have fallen onto the sheets,
fallen down to sleep with me.

-Wyn Cooper