Belligerent Poetry

one night

it's the breeze that really does it
knocks my hat off into the mud,
and i don't mind
no i don't mind at all,
because standing there
hat off on a trail leading nowhere
but away from you
i am forced to confront the stars
and that beauty, unhidden and unbidden
allows me one more night
without worry
as to where you are

sometimes all you need
really is the stars.

-wil 7.25.01