when i woke up alone and warm.

Remember the hedges—lilac, honeysuckle—

along the way, as we walked toward

we didn’t know where?

We kissed a little

under one, tasting salt and 7UP

on each other, not sure what next

or where, then peered at

the shadows on lawn after lawn, the dim

bulk of chimneys, shapes of shutters,

here a tirke, there a plastic pool,

and couples snoring, mysterious,

behind those tall white walls...

- Sandra M. Gilbert