Planes fly
Over arching
Metapolisis

Cities making
Meaning
From alley dips:

Where a

Loser Man
Chases a
Winning Woman

Down subway steps
Such a hurry, she is
He rips out a chunk of her hair

And holds it up like a Comanche
Indian summer’s
Sunny disposition

Was what Winning Woman
Liked most about
Loser Man

On their first date
Late August
Loser Man took her to the duck pond

And Winning Woman
Rested Man’s limp, loser hand
Onto her marathon winning thigh

You are the first
Guy in a long time
I’ve dated who isn’t a

Loser, man, you have no idea what a 
Sharp, intuitive, champion of a girl you are
Someone

Who notices how the
Leaves rot and
Stink up the hot-water hoses

Keep the pond from freezing
The ducks 
Mid twirl

Me just once, she begged
After one drink, around late September
I’ve never been dipped

In an alley
Only dropped during
What the South refers to as

The Dog Days
Typically, in Late October or
Early November

When stewardesses demonstrate
Warm weathered hellos
To privileged passengers

Passing over a frightened, and freezing city
Below men chase to win
Women they lost

To what can only be described as a
Killing frost.