a shooting star

i’ve ripped out all of my tulips
i cleared the landing
but you zoom across the sky
and disappear out of sight
i wandered toward the hills
and fell down into the stream
i drank the water
i watched my blood dry
i tried to make the circle
into a rectangle
i traced and traced
trying to mold it to the earth
my poor tulips sitting elsewhere in water
the remnants of the their roots
under my fingernails
but i’ve cleared the landing
why won’t you come down?
i thought if the work was done
a heart would be easy
to capture and love