what did I see today, what did I see? I saw one man slow, salted hair, quiet, going into himself to find talk, letting it rise up slowly and not directing it at the camera or at me behind the camera but just letting it enter the air. Later when I saw him standing next to another man -

-the other man I talked to at lunch last week, good jokes, a little bit of playing with the eyes -

-and I saw suddenly that the other man's hair was dyed black, that he had shiny mod shoes on, and that in front of the poet he was shy.

the poet said nothing startling. he just moved in that nice way, wore his shirt in softness.