like the smallest stones beneath bare feet

he would look

and look back

left

across my cheek

not unlike a cube of semi-soft cheese

i felt a falling short;
a hurled distance

storm clouds arrived on the nearer horizon

and they flew

in with the rains

in front of the wind

and we departed

to

here

from

some

other

here

on

mute

lesser tune

they no longer live here

nearer the door

before you leave

from the viewing wall

variations in form

variations in formality

-

i began to see less of me than i intended

standing as we had; now years before

we watched as

the fading light filled our glasses

sloun

idling to

idling from