Old Man

 Old Man
  
 His face, 
             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.