The joys of the four of us,                                                                                                                       
of running barefoot up                                                                                                                            
our smooth deserted street                                                                                                                    
one cool morning in high summer                                                                                                       
under the towering green trees                                                                                                             
the city hums below us,                                                                                                                      
of to this day                                                                                                                                             
coming back to this place                                                                                                                       
no matter the season                                                                                                                               
no matter the age                                                                                                                                     
no matter the glory,                                                                                                                           
and of loving coming back.