slides into home plate
like a clumsy shy kid, long after
the field has cleared.
A twinge
and the sun creeps out from behind a cloud
a doorway flasher, the half smile
smoother than Man Ray photographs, the mouth
full of don’t know. Just enough
for the hungry snake of a heart
that gulps moments whole.
from I, Nadja, and Other Poems (Brick 2006)