Your games

Your games

start and end like a diversion,

I guess it made you laugh

to find my drawing next to yours,

you attributed it to a whim

the first time,

the next time you knew

it was intentional so you

looked at it slowly,

came back later

to look at it again, taking

the usual precautions:

the street at its loneliest hour,

no car parked at the corners.

You made sure to gaze

at the graffiti in front

with indifference, feigning

interest through the window

next door, then you

hurried away as if nothing.