the green divides

to form the Key

to my sternum

hiss, "what do I do?"

hiss, "nothing"

hiss of the malcontent

she walks left, right,

unheard and unfelt

but sorely missed

a half-hour passes

and They descend;

I follow her

a familiar curve!

no, just concrete

I keep my head down

headlights!

no, just a man

I keep on walking

I walk alone

in binary states

but thinking

banging my head

against concrete

to think harder

still nothing to say-

binary notification!

could it be?...

banging my heart

against my ribs

to feel better