I walked with four women the other day.
A friend I had, visited
and then the visitor had friends
all who wanted to walk in the dawn.
Thus was created a small cadre —
four women and a man.
The women turned out to be girls —
old girls to be sure, but girls.
They giggled — they laughed.
They talked and talked and talked.
They had a great time
in the semi darkness.
At one point
they marched in step —
pivoted around me
and then bowed toward a building
housing at least fifty sleepers.
There were no arrests.
The cops weren’t even called
when their sounds crescendoed.
Finally they deserted me
and left me
at the entrance to my home
reminding me they’d walk tomorrow.
I usually walk alone
where the silence is only broken
by early birds and my own footsteps.
To walk with four women
is not a walk —
it is a phenomenon.
It is also a great memory!