I went walking one night by myself, all alone and dark the bridge and its candled rest lapped deep in long life. A woman clopped up in a girlish ponytail “Heya, want sum business?” Then I knew what she meant. “No, no I don’t,” She left when I couldn’t light her smoke and apologized for it. All alone and dark on the bridge, I wanted to walk away To a candled rest and a home of my own. But I couldn’t Help wondering why I had lied or apologized When what I had and wanted were as natural as lights.