The walk is delightful

Our talks are insightful

Outside in spite of the cold

The stories we’ve told

Deciding to wade

The thoughts I forbade

I spill my troubling thoughts

My worries you caught

Moonlight on the creek water

Our words and thoughts flow alike

We rush out the doors

Bouts of laughter pour from our mouths

We cut across lawns

Letting out yawns

Crossing the street

Straining our tired feet

Just a quick stop

Candy and pop

We collapse and relapse

The sound of laughter and smell of books surround us

Moonlit creeks and libraries

Each a different kind of safe

Both I hold close.