he watched an elderly couple step
from a diner into the sputtering haunt of yellow and green neonlight and into rain
they paused scarcely a second
before deciding to descend a short flight of concrete steps to the street sidewalk
ignoring a parallel ramp on the
other side of a handrail
he liked them immediately without
reservation
they chose to get wet
the old man walked a step ahead
of her holding her right hand as she held the railing with her left
he imagined the old mans logic: if she stumbled shed have to get past him in order to hurt herself plainly more gallant than the Raleighs mythic cape laid at his Queens feet so she didnt soil her shoes and hem in a mud puddle
at the foot of their effort the
old man never once letting go of her hand repositioned his hand in hers taking
more of her arm so they could walk together their heads close intimate
their breaths violet wisps in the
cold air
across the street through the
grey rain telepathically he asked him Are you ever going to let go of her hand
he saw the old man raise an
eyebrow aroused
by someones voice inside his head
he looked down slowly into his
hand
and found hers
now aware wary
his skull twitched once like a nervous birds
he recognised her hand in his
it wouldnt have been correct if it wasnt
his skull twitched once like a nervous birds
he recognised her hand in his
it wouldnt have been correct if it wasnt
No the old man said Dont think that
I will
she smiled warmly despite the
raindrops on her face
a sunbeam tossing rainbow prisms
with her warm brown face
her eyes were grey
a bit harder
But eventually she said
to the old man and me inside his head
But eventually she said
to the old man and me inside his head
the old man laughed Yes my love
my realist
Eventually one day Not soon
Eventually one day Not soon
she squeezed his hand assuring
him
it was more than handholding it
was their bond
their comfort an lifeline their shared umbilical
thats what he saw from across the street through the cold peals of rain at first blush
their comfort an lifeline their shared umbilical
thats what he saw from across the street through the cold peals of rain at first blush
he didnt know them from Adam or
Eve
warmly she squeezed his hand
again
this tall brown woman
this tall slightlybent white man
watching only her he imagined
most everything she did she did warmly
her black nappy hair shoulderlength
flecked gray bejeweled with raindrops had been artfully coiffured before they
entered the rain
it remained a proud ruin
not that she cared
her clothing was very tasteful coloured hues of African jungles and savannahs
sensual erotic still at her age
Wed love to stay with you an
chat she said then she laughed But
twos a company threes a handsome start to an orgy
Unfortunately were running late or soon swimming
And I prefer walking talking holding my mans hand
Unfortunately were running late or soon swimming
And I prefer walking talking holding my mans hand
Im sure you understand
Yes
at the streets intersection they
turned left behind the glaze of a posh art gallery
through its window inside he saw a
tall white sinuous wood installation and through it to another window he had
one last fleeting glimpse of them
she had taken his hand with both
of hers
Eventually one day Not soon
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