Feel The World Making Noise Poem by gregory collins

The stars used to drink water from your hands,
as if crawling out of a month long fatigue.

And the moon giving off a scent;
that will one day be exchanged for money.

Twists open the cap of a pocket flask,
and dreams a dream about why it was put there;

after working hard all day each of the four seasons.
Lying asleep by the gate of a dream,

where its reflection weighs as much as birds
that must have just awakened for the first time.