any night

willed into the blustering
cold and wet night
i ran with a wheezing
heart and straining stride

alone in the crowds of hissing
cars and dazzling lights

i ran faster, and free


the warmth

there was chill of bone and will and when i ran
the head of ice’s wind and piercing shrilled my name

, but i was warm all the while and afterwards, and long
after that for the day was long and still well remembered,
and the night for now is — still