Algos (Revisited)

A familiar freshness of vapour,

the chiaroscuro of timeless

kisses on foreheads.

It moves from the summer jacket,

from one felty bus chair to the next.

The suit houses the handsome man

who’s on his way to work,

his perfumed lapel

manifesting memory.

A cloud of the past,

dispensed into air and atomic history,

re-creating you, with me,

on the 73.

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