4:13

Pointedly

I sit where you might find me and where you might not.

The fountain spouts water.

You never remarked how the sun

catches the crest of spray;

there wasn’t enough time

and you were occupied with other things.

4:19

On the digital clock.

I wait for a chance encounter,

to show you the spray of water,

and how the sun catches its crest.

I want nothing but that.

4:22

I think you will not come.

I like the way you sway your arms when you dance.

4:25

I wonder what you might regret,

and how I could leave you happy

4:29

I go quickly. There isn’t much time.

4:30

You walk by, perhaps.

I asked you once if you were happy.

No.

Later, alone, I go

out to a clean, well lighted place.

Praline crepes.

My tarot cards are blank.

Young boys are beautiful.

I do not wish I was someplace else.