I glimpse you in transposition,
fish-hooking me in the bar-room glass;
parentheses frame a lop-sided grin,
picture-light lit by flickering grey-greens.
razor burn me with your beauty;
swift, dark-lashed flash of recognition.
Sweeping familiarity to the fringes,
we weave curios through soft fingers
scooping up the nascent swell
of a longed-for new beginning.