05-02-2014, 02:02 AM
(inspired by "Under the Porch Light")
There they are walking on paths,
taking up space on already crowded
sidewalks, oblivious, they entertain
even love doves in the park
They come in pairs, intertwining
like ivy, like braided hair strands,
becoming love couples in spring
They are at once congruent,
a subject-and-verb in agreement,
a salt-and-pepper blend of hands,
arms, shoulders, and rubbing thighs
Isn’t it a pity
Isn’t it a shame
there isn’t a person alive
who will tell them
how they will one day break
each other’s heart
over breakfast:
two cups of black coffee,
two poached eggs,
and all those sharp words
to come, broken in halves
There they are walking on paths,
taking up space on already crowded
sidewalks, oblivious, they entertain
even love doves in the park
They come in pairs, intertwining
like ivy, like braided hair strands,
becoming love couples in spring
They are at once congruent,
a subject-and-verb in agreement,
a salt-and-pepper blend of hands,
arms, shoulders, and rubbing thighs
Isn’t it a pity
Isn’t it a shame
there isn’t a person alive
who will tell them
how they will one day break
each other’s heart
over breakfast:
two cups of black coffee,
two poached eggs,
and all those sharp words
to come, broken in halves