remains

your voice already echoes
even though we still share this geography
I can still imagine the window you look out ;
how the headlights and street lamps make golden
ice on the ox bow street
and the river that snakes behind
where you work.

the comfort of this conversation:
its landmarks and passage ways
familiar with visits


your new streets (with past names)
will have windows and streetlamps,
landmarks and passage ways
that I hope you'll picture for us
so we might imagine the window you look out:
how the head lights and street lamps make golden
where you work.