An evening walk,
just after both of us talked.
I walked her home afterward,
through a breezy boulevard.
I saw her cold and I was alerted,
from my shoulders to hers, I nudged my jacket.
At her boarding house I left her be,
and I tiptoed across the street.
I turned my back to catch her greeting
she sent me in her hand waving.
I passed a building and so a field,
a content feeling suddenly built.
I tripped along the way alone,
it had been half a distance home.
I rose my head to look at the cloud,
at the beautiful canvas I wanted to applaud
and an evening walk I took in delight,
whilst the day rested in twilight..