ASTRIDE THE SAFEST SPOT IN A STORM
October 16, 2013
We fill a doorway.
Each, one foot far enough back in
Each room. Dull lit.
We’re full astride it;
The dark side of the street.
I resist to find it strange when
This strongest wind’s
Air is a blend of us riding just beside birdsong,
Our voices have started & stood (all along)
As our heart’s blood.