If we walked well together it was due
To a blend of ourselves and a careless ease in the way
The weather walked with us high as the sky was wide
And handsome in the off-beat blue and hazy
Silver of short-changed autumn.

                                                     If we found
A gold not in the streets but in the walking
Of them and finding in them beside and beyond
Our summer selves the paradisial avenues
Of big treed and bright flowered frontages
It was because we sought no more.

                                                         And if
Less and less is to be had for the taking
Of pains in getting and selling, the world's well lost
To us while winter welcomes our sincerely
Sleeping selves and, until spring and waking,
Covers us in a fall of colourless leaves.

If making's in our scope and a new year's bension
Of well starred nights and three-mealed days our due
Then there's no mystery in our selves forever
Walking forth together I and you.

Published in New and Selected Poems 1960-1990 (University of Queensland Press, 1990).