Sunday, August 09, 2009

Amy

it was cold. february.
we walked two blocks away.
The mountain's cold dark face stared down at two tiny silhouettes
together in the soft halo of a lone suburban streetlamp by the lakeside.
cold hands shivered backs underneath borrowed sweaters.
we didn't notice the weather.
bare cement smothered in a snow storm.

we walked two blocks away
only to return.
it was cold, after all. february.
but inside
at least for a while
it was warm.