February 14th, 2007
Paris in Winter
below grey skies
and leafless trees
you spent your winter alone
walking down wet stone streets
to the sound of car tires in rain
half asleep you found your way home
but the bread was dry
and the long nights empty
a space full of things
but little warmth
you spent all that time
by yourself just searching
for what unsure, but nobly
through the months quietly on
an independent sort of dream
a barren winter of adagio
