the over pass

your cathedral

was under the highway,

where the tire-anthem droned over the concrete crypt.

Graffiti was your Mona Lisa

sprawled inelegantly across the cement.

I was a footman to

your roguish smile.

Leashed, I trailed

through needle-fine, hip-high

cat-tail grasses,

to this hooligan's annex.

Those brown bemused eyes said--I can't decipher you

The flames made a watery quiver on the wall.

Once,

I was satisfied with this

sentimental,

midnight August,

light-year,

daydream-memory,

of you.