Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

he picks at his teeth.
it's a quiet place, this forest
full of trees bigger than a whale's breast.
 he's left wondering
where did that girl go?

he rests his back against a bough
and looks up.
streaks of distant stars
stud a navy sky.

how many eyes look up at night
and see stars 
in their thousands
staring back at them?