Benjamin S. Sneyd

[what you’ve done here] what you’ve done here,you’ve done in the rain.bitter, brick building,the rapture of memories:old and young men.you cried on the stairs,listened in the lobby,kissed by the narrow back door.they settle into mildewed            hardwood floors walk the grass, oak trees,soggy mulch in empty flower beds.what you did there,you did in the presenceof a thousand leaves.  We…