halfsleep addition (or something)

how can the wolves tiptoe
ever so slightly through the dim
through the slips and the curtains
find me at the door i lost my key

sways and sways the fall has been
scrapes along the tracks of trials
the air swoops up to stab my face
from deep below the black hole well

a dollar a wish and free for the rich
tiptoe songs behind the trees
hiding trails from where i came
overgrown willows and figs and fog

the last leaf drifts and dances down
while the morning sticky leaves
the hands i hold are heavier now
still sweeter still worth the while

clearings and clutter and times of rain
put roses to bed for winter sting
the ones i love remain near still
and nearer i pray they’ll stay