that we ascribe to the sun and the stars
that seeing the sun shine as if
it would be beautiful but we would just be blind
to the fact that the stars are far
and that the sun shines as we wake up
that we also ascribe to the moon
the reflection at night when all is dark
and it becomes our hope that nights end
and the sun comes back
and love will, too
that we ascribe to rivers and summers
free-flowing and full of life
that love frees us and makes us live
but they are also forceful and blistering
that love chokes us and burns us out
that we ascribe to twos and threes
and blues and reds and
everything that people sense
and can relate to—
love is a specific thing, okay
no, love is a fragile thing
that is not meant to be written by
Kaurs, Leavs and Faudets
and likened into threes and stars
we do not ascribe fragile things to generalities
