They walk briskly,
every day, early,
on the side of the road facing traffic.
She wears a soft pink shirt, tan shorts.
He wears a floppy hat, faded pants, shirt with long sleeves.
Their children have children.
Both wear glasses,
Neither hears very well.
They talk –
what do they say after a lifetime?
They don’t hold hands,
but their steps match
perfectly.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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