Wednesday, January 15, 2014

January 15th, 2014

Tonight there are two very old and very small people
at the cafe. They lean together and share one bowl of soup.
Their coats hang on the empty chairs opposite them
as if their younger selves had been sitting there earlier.
They are gentle with the bowl, the spoon, and each other.
I think of the way their bones are closer to the surface now
and how this is what love has become, and how this is not
a reduction. This has become everything, these lines, the years
contained therein.  Brett's eyes wrinkle with admiration
and as Joe leaves the table for the bathroom he glances
over his shoulder and smiles. My wine is done and I
only wanted one glass anyway. Earlier, as Genna and I
walked through Elizabeth park, the water reflected both
the sky and the riverbank, our breath like fog over everything.

1 comment:

  1. Gold: conviction, quality and wealth.

    The riches of the world abound
    in many forms they can be found
    one man's coin, another's faith
    both held dear in their own place
    polished and perfected until they shine
    the greatest in the world there is to find
    both men striving for the best
    before being laid to rest
    neither knowing in the end
    the true currency in the world of men
    the pauper seen by both their eye
    so rich in love to make one cry

    moral of the story: diversify your portfolio bitches! :P

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