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::: Impersonal :::

I saw u @ the bistro
4/27; you: black evening dress,
your hair tied back, in your hand
a chilled Manhattan, your bright teeth
flashing in laughter at something said;
me: at invisible table with long-suffering friend,
watching your dark brows lift in pleasure.

I saw u on the college quad
amidst the cherry trees
pouring down their pale pink rain
like the bo tree kissing the bodhisattva
in the hazy sunshine of early spring;
you: in print silk trousers,
the fabric taking the form of your right leg,
your left, as you walked against the light breeze,
your hair tumbling in curls on your shoulders,
your eyes on something far away, thinking;
me: trudging with heavy tread in my fortieth year
laden with rolls, records, charters and songs,
all the weary chattering of the buried past
whispering in my bag like conspirators.

I saw u @ the Romper Room
Wednesday, Dead night,
in the far corner, whispering to your friend;
you: in a white shirt with lace cuffs,
leaning against a pillar by the juke box,
taking a long drag on your cigarette,
indolent, dangerous,
your eyes fixing mine with a question left unasked.

Meet for blinding moment of trembling anticipation, or
dot dot dot question mark
Interested in long term displacemanship?
Fiends first?

Dispersed Pale Male, height/weight determinate,
into cognition, aspiration, metabolism,
pitiful excess and torrid, weeping coition, seeking

the girl in the third-story window,
perched easily on the narrow sill,
leaning your back into the window frame,
eyes raised into the turquoise evening
beneath the rising moon, the lapid silence-

and when you sighed, there in that window,
and longed in your deep heart in that deep night
for something you knew was beyond words,
something you yourself could not quite determine,
I saw u . . . I saw u.

Written by: ~ Dr. Sean