Face In the Subway

Dated 01/11/07

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I behold you, still, snowflake
in a snowstorm that has
already fallen.

Bit of machinery in a ticking
timepiece; the "i" before the "e."
My spirit lingers triumphantly
claiming this patch of land next to yours.

You never notice me whispering seeds
To you; moss in a precipice
Followed down a rabbit hole
Keep looking so lost, while I have found.

When will you recognize
me, you're the steam engine,
The coal for your fire
I strike a match for a cigarette

And you are gone.