by bridge we crossed above the lake
in the frigid night of the frost-stars
diode-drenched downtown neon
looming ahead, light leaking
an urban aurora up into the fog
willowing whirls of wind lit green
sky-rivers running cyan and red
beneath and so, necessarily, above
we turn off, take a footpath
a lakeside walk to a loving living-room
the lake illuminated alluring, lapping
mists move among the waves
urging my eyes into the arctic-blue
crouching over the concrete edge
an index finger in the icy water
my palm slips, i plunge for a moment
but her hands halt my heart-stopping fall
my clothes only kinda cold-soaked wet
the last of the walk looking forward
to clean dresses and a clothes dryer
and a mug of tea, or maybe hot chocolate