One More Paper Heart

One More Paper Heart     

Dream-long day beside this window

waiting for you. No clock

in my head or anywhere.

Old cream-yellow radiator

from the forties puffing warmth

gallantly, a Lancelot in those ribs.  

Beyond smudged glass, the L-

shaped neighbour block, bricks

& windows, taped ACs—  

snow skirls in vortices, dot

matrix static, gone abruptly—

(nowhere other waiting, calling)                 

calmly letting in the world,

I learn your green-gold eyes.