two blue stars

he was an impossible

man.

you expected his

teeth

browned to the roots

to fall

out into his hands.

grizzled

and grey, the wind

having carved

notches

and hatch marks

onto his face. what age?

who knows.

but in his long overcoat,

there he is again.

leaning

in the cold

shadow,

his hat collecting

coins while we walk

by at a vague 

safe distance.

and yet you wondered

if as a child

or if he was in love

with all his heart,

if someone had ever said

to him

how beautiful his eyes,

were,

like two beautiful,

glimmering blue

stars.