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Evelyn D. Pometto

(College Park, Maryland, USA)

17 January 1994


I was there,
in California,
the morning the mountain moved
and, for a while afterwards,
stood barefooted
in the middle of the street,
in the unlighted valley,
smoking a cigarette--
outside, alone, a performance
in California--
and the earth was so quiet,
so unearthly still, I looked up
and heard the stars moving,
making a sound like distant surf
in the blue-black ocean sky
and if, indeed, lightning's
trailed by rumbles, surely
stars can rustle and they do
because I heard them
that dark, early morning
in California.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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