b'chavrusa
we walk the night
in baroque glory
that only we scarce few can witness.

well into morning
celebrating the birth of each minute
and the death of every hour
along this uncharted avenue
that we walk as friends.

Ahead maybe is a promenade,
or a wishing well.
But our fun has been in
step and congruent strides
And so side by side marching,

into unseen kilometers we go .