OUTSIDE NEW YORK
We went to see them recently. They weren't there, but we waited. When they arrived we weren't angry and we drank coffee. We talked of da Vinci. Later we parted and they were sorry to see us leave but we weren't because we had gotten tired of their conversation and had wanted to leave long, long before. We have not seen them since. Neither of us. But we hear they have children. Occasionally we consider going back there, when we have exhausted conversation between ourselves. But we fear that they will not be there, that we will have to wait once more, there outside their door where the streets are rough and the wind blows cold off the ocean. Such an empty ocean. No we will not see them again, the costs are too high. It is not that we dislike them. In fact we wish them well. We wish that they and their children are well.