streetlight warmed steps
over the cracks in the road
crooked and constant
to be filled in, someday
stresses of wear can
be paved
wiped smooth
and easier to drive
but i feel the stresses and
the dips flex sneaker sole,
sensation struck physically into
the moon, the pave, the runny-nose cold
a page in the sensual scrapbook
for me to look back on,
hey
I felt that
I still remember the night
we said this may be the last
cold-hand huddled-shoulder cold-
walk and it was
it’s different, alone
and my legs are new and the road;
music to replace the voices
but they can’t take the stars from my eyes
I can still watch the fog roll in and shiver
-Colette Stergios