When he first starts talking to you,
there's something odd about his speech
that teases you. Who needs it?
you keep saying to yourself.
Besides, he's tricky,
always seems to be telling you two things,
maybe more, like someone talking
to himself. Still, you know he's not just
chewing gum. He has that spare,
eccentric eye. That urgency.
That sudden way of offering you
his tiny, dark bouquets of flowers.