The street is now filled with glistening lights
The bushes, fences and greenhouse too.
Tonight seems like a brand, new city
Enshrouding familiarity with intimate flavors.
I walked past nine o’clock
And touched an old palm tree.
Its bark felt coarse and rough
And has spaces that fit my fingers through
The park is seven lamp posts away
All of which were three trees apart.
I strolled past two lovers’ touch
Whose ardent embrace ebbs melodiously.
I reached by the swing and looked above
Where stars were still vibrant in few clear patches.
That’s when I realized as I contemplated
How thankful I am that I walked tonight.