near the east waverly hills your hair pinned back
 in previous lives we were frozen stiff, but these aren't so rigid
 I throw off my coat to bear this January air
 
 a rowboat for the two of us to read our books on
 the darkest light before a darker night, we slip underwater
 the bridge disappears, the deer hunt us in the frigid air
 
 somewhere around here there are witches
 
 somewhere around here