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