in the evening she walks up the lane

up the road

to jack's house   turns around

at this front gate   walks home

she's done this

most evenings for twenty years   she likes the walk

on sundays she walks in the morning

walks up the lane

up the road   through the gate   

knocks once   enters   jack is there with coffee

annie takes a leisurely shower

they read the paper   have their coffee   make love

then brunch   which jack makes

twenty years and counting