Dusk; the construction-

site was quiet.  Only

the vertical arm

of a massive crane

drifting slowly

across the sun,

a pool-cue propped

against an unseen

table, gradually

slipping off.

I leaned against your

car in the parking-lot

not sleepy but

more than calm.  Loss

held in the mouth

like the clean smoke

of incense; snow under-

foot, our unlocked

cars, and the still

half-built apartments

left open to the cold.

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