Elizabeth Bishop - The Shampoo ** lyrics

the still explosions on the rocks the lichens grow by spreading gray concentric shocks they have arranged to meet the rings around the moon although within our memories they have not changed and since the heavens will attend as long on us you've been dear friend precipitate and pragmatical; and look what happens for time is nothing if not amenable the shooting stars in your black hair in bright formation are flocking where so straight so soon? --come let me wash it in this big tin basin battered and shiny like the moon