He Walked on Down the Hall
Pictures, like time frozen,
two members of Victoria
take sips from small, icy glasses.
Another
of the same two
hold hands in a field
ghostly
like the world were none
but made for two,
like a table set with
one candle
two plates.
There
in the musk of a
café past
a slow song
—
bellowing voice
barely electric guitar
nervous symbols
—
a soft insanity
of
ambiance
of
him who
dropped them gently
and
lost
them
in the
entangle-
ment
of her coarse
brown hair.
He who
walked on down the hall
alone.
