On a mountain top
in Samoa
where the old cannon
sits
shooting star after
shooting star

falling into the
distant
ocean
horizon

I was 11
grandma was dying

I didn’t believe in wishes then
and I don’t believe in them now

not much has changed
and so much has changed

like the palm tree family
in the neighbors yard
I’ve always noticed the
shorter one trying to keep up

the stars aren’t the same here
but I still look at them.