sax
slept with the saxman
when you left town
he was so tall
notes of ribbon
blown close and round
I the dancer
empty hall of hardwood floor
we wove form and sound and air
no audience
later his converted storefront
windows filled with Yew Street light
artist's dream
high in the loft
tangle sweet and kind
laughter after
down the ladder
bakery bread and butter
played me his shenai
sun through glass
says afternoon
walked the 13 blocks back
when you returned
I told you
even more than I had known
morning classifieds
third floor attic
sixty-five dollars
french windows to the sea
took it
moved that day
windows opened wide
water and clouds
gulls across the sky