We cross the expanse
leisurely, late
with little light to guide us.
We take time
for neither has anywhere important
to go
this night.

We speak of King’s Brand Cabbages
and how much it matters
in the making of her favorite cole slaw.
"I don’t like cole slaw," I admit.
We agree to disagree
and walk on.

Eventually, someone’s leg get scramped
and she guides me to a bench
where we sit
beneath the bridge
that just brought us here
its luminescence brighter
from beneath.
Her lips part
as she looks up
awe-struck.

She is wondrous
her spirit palpable.
There is a sparkle all about her
and not just from the occasional headlight flashes
from the bridge above.
"She is certainly
something to see,"
she says softly.
I silently agree.