You and I walk
Endless
Winding little streets
And little shops
On a Friday night,
Our gentle conversations
Linger in the hot humid air,
Surrounded by people
And glowing yellow lights.
You fall off a metal horse;
We watch the ducks,
Laughing on the bench.
Above the dusty cars
And concrete full of bird shit
The sky blooms,
Then fades towards twilight.
We part while night falls.
