Surrendering fear to faith, they walked side
by side slowly through Historic Hillcrest,
admired sun and kind breeze. They seemed to glide
at times, paid attention, and said the best
things they had ever said. She snapped photos
of him dancing through Kroger. He lensed her
gently touching a crepe myrtle, eyes posed
close to blossoms. Deep blue overpowered
all. Back home, they chopped onions and mushrooms
for an impromptu casserole, singing
softly with Etta’s blessed ballad. Consumed
each other’s phrases, bright face, and being
over dinner. Read poems aloud. Tried
to watch Shakespeare in Love.
They laughed and cried.
Roger Armbrust
January 28,
2014
