ben for ben

Coming across on the first encounter

There in the glacial part of my freezer

A red bag full of frigid solidity

A reminder of a smile of a favorable

and fortunate time

Another image, shocking red pants

And a scarfed neckline

of a face and cool,cool smile that catch

a thousand younglings

What does bring him here

an adventure perhaps, or a meeting of old minds

I ventured unto their table

A cold sneer and an even icy greeting

This face, persona and being

Can capture and break a myriad of faces

and of a manifold melting hearts

In the end I hope and pray that not one of them

Not one of them belongs to his own

here now
june 08