Here's how it went:

After we finished the spaghetti

It looked pretty dark outside the bus

We could see there were very few cars on the streets.

The house with the driftwood sculpture in front

Was opposite a park which would surely be empty

And there were no houses on either side

Of the house with the sculpture

So we wouldn't have to worry about

Unexpected neighbors popping their heads out of windows

To see what was going on.

Breezy slipped out of her clothes

And into an Indian blanket poncho

Then we walked around the block to the place.

I knocked on the door and told Richard what we were going to do.

He thought it was wild and gave his approval.

We watched vigilantly for car headlights.

When there was none to be seen I gave the sign

And Breezy slipped out of the blanket

And stepped into the driftwood pieces

An incredibly beautiful Joan of Arc!

I snapped a couple of pictures.

Headlights!

Breezy scrambled back into the blanket...

After the car passed and it was safe

She got nude again and I did a few more photos.

A bicyclist silently arrived,

A fellow who doesn't much like women

He made out like he didn't even notice her

And engaged me in casual boring conversation for a couple minutes

While Breezy got back into her blanket.

When he finally rode off we did a few more photos

And scrambled back to the bus.

A successful sortie in suburbia