the night has a walk

the night has a walk and its fog
it has a walk and its quiet traffic humming
a walk and the dialogue became just one
two eyes two feet and just one

we parted at the bridge and i climbed

darting to the silent streets
before my orange envelope would take me
deliver me to sleep
the night had a walk for me

just a monologue
just a story told from one

i, to listen
the night, to tell

lights catch the fog and the words float on
the bugless winter air carrying them nicely
flowers caught from summer still in bloom
drooping as the words pass by their sleeping bodies

the night had a walk
with cheeks pink, listening
to night
to breath
to body

the night had a walk
breathing words,
with a slow winter pace

Janus

of beginnings - hands held

of endings - hearts cradled

of times breaking - pieces kept

of this change and its weight - lifted

you are not a man to me, Janus

but the woman with whom i sing each song

necks together voices singing double headed harmony

of the aching of the heart
the strength that is in it
of my womanly ways
we sing each song together, Janus,
because I am the creator
of my starts,
stop


opening the door
unlock
key falling never needed
my prayerless closings
keep coming
shining beneath the crack
light streaming
leading me


Janus, lets sing,
a song about it all
about the summer
about the pounding
what it means
to love to change
to say goodbye
when hearts close
doors how to open
letting light in
yet too
letting light out

your soft voice

i listen on and on

a warm river, you
with the eyes i stare into

nerves a spring
edging each with fingers

i wonder who you are
with that voice like a river

and yet we are silent

only your
voice
to my ear

this quiet snow fall

on and on