two cities
can’t find you in my city tonight
denied in its windows
dignified on its many escalators and
barren hoarse voiced
announcements
phantom molecules of where you were and moved
where you danced over ocher puddles in beaten
black leather boots
the rest of you slips into them under
serene tight jeans serene
clicking into the edge of the water with barely
a splash
and your smile again
it’s pushed through masonry and lasered
glass into midtown and the
coughing stars
raining into painted scaffolds
smirking into melted snow on the
sloped ridged curb
until midtown itself is your smile
ragged with stories untold immaculate like
painted wings growing closer
in flight
tonight the colors come green
antique olive green wooden frames cold and humid
remembered by your hands
green lingering hues under rectangular streetlights where
insects would gather if not for the cold
smile is a city
a beveled park to meditate away the cold
place where i can sit down
smile is that park
hiding its life
the whole entire wild unknowable unreachable city
misses you
thinks of you and waits inside of
itself for you
i step down subway stairs to you (smile is
stairs) and i run to catch the
smile at the last
second and i am exactly in time for
the smile which
never happens
