Short Poem

You were close enough to touch

beneath stars all the less magnificent

because of your presence

The hem of darkness, chased by your

feet,

scuttled behind me to hide itself

as you wielded firecrackers against the infinite

depths of midnight

I was the asphalt, my love

if you had only

fallen 

I laughed as the smoke cleared,

And I wonder every time I close my eyes

if you saw me

then.