We're in the dim-lighted room
in the house, drinking mint tea and...

Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...

I watch you
pet the butterflies...

Everybody in that lobby
heard the cries of joy coming...

There are mornings
when I wake up...

Sunflowers are letting winter
into their color...

This isn't
a poem about you...

I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands...

You prowled for fragile
creatures, slithering through the...

Most leave.
Most never notice...

This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...

I've been composing for us
a night...