2001/alcove

Holding hands
in the alcove
of the bookstore.
You read,
wearing your Browns
cap.
I write.
A man in a periwinkle
t-shirt,
a color I love
for its name,
and considered earlier
today as something
I should try,
listens to CDs.
A man with a neatly
trimmed gray goatee,
different from you,
different from us.

12/29/01