Old man Rilke

We keep looking .We keep chasing Rilke in the stars and under the old man’s bed. The eyelids are raised gently to the stars as they keep flowering beside a pale moon. They hide women under them. The women’s blouse backs have old jasmines in them .

Ater Rilke,you keep looking
Under the stars and beyond
Or under the old man’s bed.

Chase after Rilke’s old man.
Keep looking a star beyond
Or under the old man’s bed.

We have old jasmines in our washed out pockets. They still smell of the stars.