Elderly man strolling alongside the street
Wearing your sweater in this oppressive heat

Where are you from; what do you think; while walking
Back and forth, to and fro, forever stalking

Where do you go when you’re not walking here
Do you live far from where I see you, or near

Peering down at the sidewalk, you plod along
No headphones, no music, to distract with song

Your purpose so mysteriously thoughtful
When our paths cross, I’m struck my you: beautiful.