red faced and high pitched
or
eye jelly shines in the light - brightest thing in the room
should we smile? shall we hold to
this expectation or that old habit

in a dream, close photos of faces, mine and ?her - who?
a series, like strobe capture - had we been - yes - but was it secret
and the photos gone missing

something less of a dream - glances through the curtain - or -
that first time seeing you lit on the steps
of a diner or was it? that long
night cleaning and letting you go
to sleep in a car on broad street

i had a moment wanting to follow
a long tattoo
but I have a shell here
where the tide doesn't break

at night i listen at windows for coyote calls
or some jack london sign
i should be on my way