Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Good Morning in the Parkade

They walked with the familiarity of non-strangers
leaning in to each other with the rhythm
of their words.

Their laughter comes in waves as we approach
my "hello" a minor interruption in the fluid movement
of their daily dance.

Footsteps behind me interspersed with
the give and take of their parting.

Echoes as their sound disappear.

They leave me in a silent smile.

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