And so for each impassioned gift she gave him,
he would only see his own good fortune,
never the sweat on her brow; 
he saw each stone that fell from the facade 
as a bump in the road, never as the beginning 
of a mountain they would not be able to scale.

We leave the windows cracked at night
for the newly-discovered comet--
209/P Linear (which we give a different name)--
to cast its shadow on our dreaming.