She stopped --
Eyes hard,
Lips down-turned --
And asked
"Why must you walk through the grass when there is a designated path?"
Which there was, and on which she stood.
It meandered through the greenery with intentional curves
Meant to insinuate an organic nature.
I grinned;
My feet firmly planted, and my toes touching life
And asked in reply
"When did walking on concrete ever make someone smile?"
