What we want

                                Near Sleeper Ave on Stevens Creek Trail (Mountain view)

I can hear the familiar

Breathing heart

Of the unborn

As I walk

For fitness and warmth

Once a youthful jog

A gift no matter

How we hold or let it go;

Shifting horizons

And twinkling lights

Without people

Or maybe not

The hard gets harder

With the unexpected

Sometimes from under

And sometimes from far;

The chocolates we eat

Thinking of the boy

Down the street

Horned every morning

To move out of his play

Smells of wild

And flowers on ground

Sprayed by early showers

Is what we want.