Patti and Robert (with The Warblers) 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.