Snapshot
I am speaking to you there without
question when I see last leaves still
safety pinned to the edges of central park
it is you I note this for
and when I see the colours and feel of clothes
in the heavy glass windows
you are the one I am a camera for
I survey all the faces on 5th avenue
the henna coloured skater with her
green tutu and sagging chin every day
ice lit for a smile in the plaza
I go to the cinemas full of lonely singles
to remember dark images for you
and you are the one I am a camera for
in bars and elevators I am coding
messages receive this please over are you receiving me?
the nights are long I just want to
speak with somebody, anybody
I toss on the double bed, naked in blankets
out of reach are you still there?
you are the one I am a camera for