Ends

The day stretches 
a winding river 
through the valley 
of quiet night 
carrying with it 
boulders of change 
chilled by snow 
fallen high above 
these stones scrape
the daylights weariness 
finally sinking down 
into hot springs 
of bath and 
a robust Malbec
opposite of you 
and in front 
of your foot 
whose toes taunt 
this little piggy
went to market