I'd like to take a walk,
And speak softly
As the air moves
Our voices through
The streets
Laid before us.
The warm orange glow
Will drip from the
Windows and lay out
Patterns for our feet
To define.
We'll pass the same places
And rarely change design,
Knowing intimately strangers
That tend to their lawns
With a low and gentle nod.
I'll move my feet,
Set my pace,
Same as yours
Same as ours,
Wanting the color
To stay awhile longer.
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