GIBBS

Nearly Forgetting the Anniversary of Your Leaving
David Gibbs

A street vendor tells me,
you made it,
there's only one Time

left, just as a lady
steps out of a bail bond.
A wall mirror slips
from under her arm.

The falling reflection--
a sweeping row of storefronts, many
without windows.

Slivers tinsel
the sidewalk, cling
to her blouse
like a gasp.

Over my shoulder
the vendor yells, Watch Out!