EVENING FACE

The clink of cut-glass disturbs
a silence I held by the tip of a 

string, & beads of distillation

form at the fringes we had

captured in a prismic-cage, I’m  

led through corridors darken-

ed with a flicker
                          of intimation... 

Yes, we had taken part in that

vast remembrance, spanning

over the course of some immeas-

urable gap, flashing in a pulse

of light across waves…  Evening   

spins, I see coins drop in dusk,
& my life, a show of absurdism
at last-light...  Green of moss,

glaze of daydreams fading in the

evening...  Time ellipses, a  

lengthening road spirals from

the stones.  & so we take in

the astringent air...
                            I see sparks

burst on the pavement, & im-

merse myself in churning-waves,

the silences we found behind

our lives...  I think of all that

had transpired, the cityscape 

flashing, as I return to myself...