Time of our Lives

Hand in hand
then hand on hip
he moves her to his side
the other one
with grace of age
his movement practiced
her smile registered
so briefly

An afterimage of warmth
of cobbled streets
and dirt roads
summertime far removed
from concrete banks
and metal stream
flowing in time
to the flickering lights

The nobility of his gesture
is past
a remembering
of how a man
could show he cared
wordless love
on his face
hand in hand


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