shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Nathaniel Lotze


Cambridge, August

Ballroom chandeliers and outside
the Charles River sliding past.
The surface is a flickering patchwork
in the near-evening sunlight and
in the distance I can see the Boston skyline.

She's a thousand miles away but
it might as well be a million.
A hundred million. There is no
measurement for separation,
for loneliness.

On the river there are kayakers.
Their paddle strokes smooth, perpetual.
Digging through the water and
rising again in a kind of genuflection.
They are dancing.