Alder Geshem

This Was Not One of My Three Wishes

This is a town of doves and murders
a street of hummingbirds and the moon

and from the plaza, music
of what could be

Not wanting to spoil it 
       with my own personality
Not wanting to say some
       not particularly true thing

Each in their own time
will do the last normal thing
      they will ever do, and then

there's a lot of room between the stars