Patti and Robert (with The Warblers)
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He wore a down coat
like a party
and she was lost in the city.
The next thing you knew
the osprey had the fish
and drops of water were
glittering like jewels on the ring fingers
of women sipping fortified water
in the Russian Tea Room.
She thought it was the end
and there was nothing left to do
but run,
and he was alone,
like he had forgotten his way,
and she ran to him,
whispered secret things,
and their footfalls
beat out a laughter on the asphalt
until the park was just a shadow.
Later, cast in the heat 
of a sixty watt bulb,
nothing but air and dreams between them,
How close it is to being lost,
she said,
being saved.