At dusk

In her shadow at dusk

discreetly I walk

her pace is leisurely,

and footsteps light

Her Egyptian perfume

trails in her wake

conjuring jasmines

of the night yet to come

The evening breeze

twirls around
her delicate fingers
and carries

her tales to me

She turns into her garden

and I patiently peer
through glass panes
A lamp's soft glow

illuminates her face

as she gathers

the evening's purchase

ripe tomatoes and green beans

dinner will soon be made.