He looked


He looked at their garden
as if it were grey. Above him,
the sky was brittle.

Words were wafers in his mouth,
and the skim of his glimpse
resolved into window.

He did not hear
how the last white air
fractured. How the glass he held

fell from his grasp
into silent, absent syllables.
Or how brittle the sky.

From Looks Familiar

He looked