I saw a meteor scream across the dark,
a chemical green flash above the park.
Breathless, I sought another--just one more?--
no, that was it--all quiet as before.

Thus left alone, with nothing but the smack
of waves necking with rocks behind my back,
I sank into the cool, slow-breathing grass
and shut my eyes to the star-strewn morass.

*Oh, your name is a raft,
   and my mind is a lake,
and all the night I sailed that craft,
   meteors trailing in my wake.