it’s something lovely,
sucking
a web.
I’ve forgotten how
to do this,
waiting.
asterisking the thick grey
soup of sky,
a word moves.
across the chrome & glass
couch, caulk cocoon.
is it you.
tiles & cursive neon,
cracked even
as crowds replace
the workmen.
place, re-place.
what comes between
us grants things their
shine.
