I wrote hard
on paper
 
at the bottom
of a pool
 
near a canyon
where the stars
 
slid onto their bellies
like fish
 
I wrote:
 
     	…
 
I went through
the mountain
 
through the leaves
of La Puente
 
to see the moon
but it was too late
 
too long ago
to walk on glass.
 
    	…
 
Near those years
when the house