The walk

The green boughs         bow

 over your

    head

as you amble

through the corri  dor. 

The light, green

and d a p p l e d,

dances over

your shoulders

as your steps lift

and    fall,

lift and

   fall. 

Soft strums and

hums

are syn cop ate d

by the tap

of your hand on

your pocket.

Going now-

here,

really.