Long Visits

At the edges of the world the roads end abruptly
at the edges of time we muse and command
the sounds of winter announcement petrified
found solutions to everywhere
those parties down the dark alley
those moments spent looking
for eyes underneath the footsteps
in the garden
in the village of bells

underneath of sagging walnut
its leaves brush our scalp
as we turn and face the wall

blue candles broken and melting