Sunday, January 18, 2009


The Thursday he was screening
He saw her in the crowd
avoiding eye contact.
Somewhere else
A waiter slipped him a note
and a courtesy:
"She heard you tonight."
She handed him a picturebook when they met,
Declared it "the only thing I didn't
pack up from his room."
Two days later she was
sunning in the park
with a man -
looked on.

Thursday after that firefighters prepared
To leave the scene of a misdemeanor -
A reel had caught fire and
set off sprinklers
That wrecked the machines...
As he recouped himself, a boy nudged him
holding a picturebook -
and asked for autograph.

In a hushed corner of the city
Among gravestones
A visitor leans back against a
marble cherub
Preparing himself to
But sobs
under his breaths instead.



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