The one thing that sustained
the faces on the four
corners of the intersection

did not unite them,
did not invite others to join.
Their inner eyes as the light

changed did not change,
but focused madly precise
on the one thing until

it scared them. Then
they all went to the movies.
I was jus beginning

to understand when one
who represented the desperate
shrunken state came toward

me, bisecting the whole mass 
of concrete into triangles;
and handed me a package.

I carried it with me for
the rest of my life, never
opening it, telling no one.