he's crawling into the subway again
vision blurring
underneath footsteps
and his eyes
-glimpses of blue through skyscrapers-
are unattainable
he has disappeared down the tracks
only to appear
-larger than life and thrice as beautiful-
on the side of a building
in a distant window
behind a stranger's face
this is the home of inconsistency
-narrow and sloping-
like the gentle curve of his shoulder
beneath his collar
sheltered against the wind