A hard road's reverse triangle,

masks powdered by bombs

in a silent cafeteria.

Seats where we spoke

to the fading reflections

of one another

fluttering through shade

beneath a balcony.

Help me to seek, to bring out

your pre-medicated body,

your long laughter and silent sneer

the river-led flight of your paycheck,

purple clouds above your fondling

sneeze.