Small windows
   looking outward
   show me a sequined sky.
   rubies shine in my glass of wine.
  
   dusk breezes
   on oiled water
   paint a pointillist facade.
   it's ceaselessly shifting world --
  
   like today i'm far away.
   i see your face behind each time-blurred pane.
  
   strings vibrate
   music leaps out
   in a shimmering intrigue.
   words unsaid whirl away like dust
  
   from the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.
   across a fold in space you touch my hand.