March 1st

There is a picture of you running down
steps to catch the heaving city bus;
your favourite leather boots keeling over
cement ripples running
the downgrade
like it was layers in
sandstone;
the crestfallen ages
of clams and glass.

Cavorting over the curb
in giant strides,
your pace breaks
and the engine sighs;
your red hat bobs
alongside the big transit windows.