Love poems
about a face just glimpsed
echoing in memory.
Singular dark eyes,
pooling the shadows
quick words, one handshake
and another for goodbye.

Impersonal
competitors
living hundreds of miles apart
unconnected
yet he draws me outside of myself.
I love not him,
this one I do not know,
but the metaphor -
what he is -

The sere winter wind
rasps my sleepless eyes.
Roads and roads away from home
across a snow-blinded parking lot
we are
missing one another
silently.