you there

you there,
sitting cross legged by the window -
do i know you?
have i seen you?
why have you come?

you there,
sitting cross-legged by the edge of that backyard architecture where weeds fester between landscape rocks and soil black as black night speckled with fertilizing stars white as white light how often have we stared through reflections like these how often have we stared through through glass coated garden ponds like these through shiny shimmering suburban motel windows just like these...

you there,
sitting cross legged by the provincial -
do i know you?
have i seen you?
why have you come?

you there,
sitting cross legged by the finely framed mirror admiring your own eyes memorizing your own eyes drawing with white haze drawing with charred black carbon tips those still framed portraits those life sized and curly haired still framed portraits trapped on your memory page so callously smudged by time so carelessly smeared by time beyond recognition that face once so well known now beyond recognition...

you there,
sitting cross legged by the telephone -
do i know you?
have i seen you?
why have you come?