Jeff Clark



This morning in an alleyway you were startled by a face
in a dormer above a white, vine-groped garage.
I shall not appear
when my form has been erased
concealed like that in your inward scenery.
I'll return reather as would the ghost of an oceanic scent
in prairie air. I shall touch you briefly —
I swear to neither hurt nor lure you.
Let me touch you briefly, then destroy me, for I assure you…