Stone slab fallen on
what occurred to the heart,
to memory.

The circle's frozen water
and a bench surrounded by
no other benches
where he can sit with a sandwich
and wait,
for it to happen.

Embroidery of webbed and silken days
catching fire with the lust of one look.
Gridworks of little deliberate rivers laid out
for desire to crawl over
on hands and knees.

Airport Decembers where the phones
dangle like octopus.