I started across Central Park one summer
Night, passing a young lady and glancing
At her; she looked away. So I deliberately
Walked a little faster, to move on and
Not seem too attentive; but halfway across
The park, realizing by the sound of her
Heels that she was keeping up with me, I
Slowed down to make that easier for her.
I was thirty then and forgot that walk
For years, until it somehow came to mind,
The sound and pace of her steps, loud, and swift
And steady, indicating her resolve,
Her prudence in keeping up with me, as
Surely as looking away from me had.
We threaded our way on a …
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