never spoke never sat never sipped no
gesture connected strangers past maybe the bus
stopping for several neighbors waiting, so
this sudden isolation constellation staggers us—
thousands flashing starlight out windows each night
at eight. we wait for eight in our high-rise bubble, four
of us a little giddy for that first flash of tonight’s bright
conversation, from another human, and another, more,
more, more wild glittering landscape of flashing. voices, too,
singing, calling to each other: we see you, see you, see you.