Thaw out frozen thoughts shoulders hunched against the sleet stride crunching on the downbeats familiar haunts are blurring Hurried northward daydreams don't trickle south through Douglas Firs But remember how our paths crossed? Stargazers both--I balked first
4 blocks down, I'm held accountable for crusade hypocrisies I keep tucked in my back pockets and rolled up in uprolled sleeves
The sun returns, or so I'm told but it's been evening for awhile. And, if they're wrong, where are we then?
Left knowing we're left under miles of mounting snow? Left knowing we've got to stop-- but not one clue how to cope Wondering where hours, weeks and years went counting calendars we've peeled off walls Counting marks on records marks on faces Counting calendars Tally scars--stubborn reminders of how we got where we are.
Ground my skyward thoughts in the grid of frozen streets I'll sink deep in the hoarfrost coats the ground, turns steps to beats I'll keep time, now, walking westward hands in pockets, eyes on feet. I'll remember how your breath looked off of Brooks Street walking east.