a candle lit within, pours
down his skull in layers
from atop his head.
Like a tea cup pinky, his smile
extends at the edges of his lips
filling his face
in equal measure to the woman
filling his eyes
as she walks by his doorway.
Now lit by cascading bowls of yellow sunlight
his lips broaden his glee,
lifting the fallen jowl-flesh high
enough to frame his brilliant eyes
in Hoboken some Saturday.