when hannah was a shooting star

the canvas chairs
with bleached limp look
had been folded
and ushered from the deck.

the hammock in storage
since late summer
for reasons
not entirely seasonal.

a sense of itching
that was entirely illusional,
a sense of dry skin
that made no sense at all.

Pallas Athena
on the hammock
required no sense at all.

rolling the hammock's
oblique tubes
in the bleached yellow canvas
was the most sensible thing of all.