Pear juice on the tip
of an index finger,
a last sip of Pinot Grigio
a bowl of iced moonlight
by the porch door,
when you hold each other
during lightning
the bald spot on the back of the man
near Columbus Circle after he asked
for spare change
a white-washed fence, a young girl
zig-zagging through fallen leaves,
crab apples
and all the silent houses
with lights on