Ah, The Stars Talk A Lot In That Infinite Space Poem by RIC BASTASA

a dialogue
is not just between
you and me

could also be
a me and myself
who knows
what it yields
sooner or later
but this had
happened for
quite a time
in between two
buildings
amidst the forest
of concrete woes

one has tried it
with a tree
and writes about
it with conviction
that a silent tree
rooted upon itself
has a capacity for
a dialogue

did it not happen
to lament talking
to a horse
one one wintry night?

man and his mind
or his soul could be
has a way of finding
a way towards home

and home has become
everywhere and
everything

to such an extent
words are becoming extinct
like some
forms of dinosaurs

ah, the stars talk a lot
in that infinite space