You even heard him
Amidst the fires in London
Making arrangements with his body double
Closing in on his 60th birthday
He became more the man
He always wanted to be
Not like that time in Bangkok
When the maker said, there’s hope for you yet
Under the bridge where pinup girls fiddled with palindromes
Voluptuous like November
Marching barefoot
Not like that time with the truck driver
Star gazing accidents on I-95
Stopping for a bite at Penn Station after the rain
Silenced like a ghost or girl dreaming of winter
Running at daybreak.