On the edge of a curbside cliff A red tipped cane A higher pitch A head canted slightly and straining for sounds of Oncoming traffic while filtering out Neighborhood kids / a Hey how have you been A top 40 song / from an upstairs window The memory of / dancing all night The screeching of tires on streets unrelated The windows of storefronts stand mute I've felt extremities grow numb in the snow I fought the insurgency then left it alone My fireworks turned into shorter arms But I still have my camera Your favorite films / a good sense of style Dinner and drinks / dancing all night A stranger's sheets / the crushing weight Can't find the blueprints start building the top floor Lay tile, then brick, pour cement If you're not busy We should get coffee And take a walk down to the James one night We'll sit near the water, say nothing, till our heartbeats Are heard louder than the gathering cars In the city as the sun comes up I've felt extremities grow numb in the snow I fought the insurgency then left it alone I've lost a lot of things that I used to own An autobiography, the shivering cold But I still have my camera