Two Tiny Houses
sitting in the Bay
one soon will move away.
Teeny Tiny White Swan
and Arched Brownie aren’t a pair
but they have a close affinity
if only they could dare.
But both are still
too young to play
to interact that loving way.
So through the night
the sighs and murmurs,
fill the dark like winds and breeze.
Sometimes you can feel the tremors
as they try to move together
but the friction from the concrete,
will not let them slide their feet.
Yet soon they will have come of age and
we will have to have a vote.
Should we slide the two together
fore Arched Brownie has to go.
Just one night of touching siding,
sharing breezes through the lofts,
whispering through windows open,
sharing love and kisses soft.
Then off across the country highways,
to Ohio he will go,
and Teeny Swan will cry to see him
go to where she’ll never know.
So soon my Teeny Swan will be grown,
ready for her guests and Love.
Arched Brownie knows he has the feeling,
knows she fits him like a glove.
But storm tossed lovers they are fated,
so the question comes to us,
do we let them have the one night,
side by side in total trust?
Or do we keep them parted slightly,
Friends forever wishing more,
Apart for still another lifetime,
perhaps then salvaged,
joined as one.