Pasternak's Artifact

Near the end of pages,
after the years of yearning,
he sees her in the crowd.
His heart races!
He jumps from the tram,
running toward her.
She melds in the crowd.
He falls.
His heart shatters
like fine crystal on stone,
leaving only shards
to be swept
into the gutter of indifference.

– Burt Baldwin, Ignacio