My uncle shone a penny
for me to throw into the
fountain. Her sails are like a
star divorced, ships mounted

Understand: if my uncle drank alone
he who is a blind man walks
into the desert with
stones in pockets traced by
fingers lapsed to hold.

My bride shines like a penny
for me to see a castle,
they stone me if I drop
my copper in the well.
If my son drinks alone well
I draw a spell in chalk, wish upon

A star divorced is unlike wind in
pockets, for he is blind and could
re-trace her fingers