Little Dipper
- Sep 14, 2025
- 1 min read
by Yon Yonni
let the sand get everywhere
only a towel under us
stars shoot to remember
another story of fertility
gulls meander like thoughts
waves arrive, nature’s calvary
nearby, your apartment
in the sky, ’s window
the idea floats in murky
sandwater inside a mind
cabinets slam, scream,
sob, paranoia, generations
an elder couple have trouble
fitting on the blue line seats
readjusting, rolling luggage
laughing, smiling, he pushes
up his glasses, shrugs his shoulders
she looks intently in his eyes
I spoke to you in my dream
amongst the memories
hidden behind self-destructive
patterns, I don’t know peace
It hurts me to say I don’t know me
without liquor, intimacy, or weed
forgot how far I’ve made it
all’s a house of cards until
I meet myself.
Sober.
A man at the bar, ironic,
celebrated with me
his baby on the way, paternal
leave, closing on a house, before
forty.
A flock turns in the sky
a plane ascends
fountain shoots to remember
splashes me with water drops
I think of you again this morning
