Karen - My God - I Love You
this
hastily written note
began floating
from the modest (modular) desk
close to the windows
in the small corner office
neither falling nor rising but
simply moving towards
the exact place
where a second before
glass and aluminum completed
an essential definition
gently drifting
on the perfect
September air
turning and twisting
away from
what should be
towards
us
nine minutes and
eleven seconds
away
this lost leaf of Fall
came down to
this gray season
a fragile
unconnected
cry
surviving when
the strongest steel
the latest designer suit
his loving look
did not
how can
this
be