birth of the sun, moon and stars

i'd heard
it spoken
how he
hated stars
and frivolous
things

and lazy
sundays
old dogs
with
older men
who sat
in parks
smoking
talking with
young children,
imparted wisdom

he never
in his existence
conversed
with god,
with strangers,
with her

they said
if you met
he'd inspire you
and you would
cut out stars,
drag down
the moon
and live
in the suns shadow

but with her
he fumbled words
drank dark poetry
in darker places
than she would go
all while saying

i never cared
i don't care,
i won't

they say
his child

looks just like him