Diversification

When the two stand
within finger reach,
she smiles. He senses
the mystery of her life.
Two elevators arrive.
He steps into the one heading to the
sub-basement concrete parking world,
she to the heavens of carpets,
glass and hushed conspiracy.
There is no goodbye.

Man greets another
in moments vivifying
dead friendship,
share gleeful
bundles of the past,
as one man makes his way
to the northbound 45
and the other to the eastbound 89.
Then it is silent.