Fire breaks across a dying horizon,

Riverfront factories and scrapyards

Slipping down the bank

Into the cold black waters of blindness.

In a few minutes

It’s going to feel like midnight again

She’s going to come out of the shower

In panties and damp hair

And cross the room keeping to the wall

She’s going to pause and turn halfway

And lay eyes on you

Narrowed and intent

With so much hungry love

The syllables of your breath

Will drift through the story

Of the other two people you are

The ones who are always

Strangers to themselves

Yet never to each other

And the moment she starts to move again

It’s going to be as if she’s floating

Through the center of it all

Through the bare lace of winter branches

In the forest of something

That once resembled your life