Some Times

Sometimes they sit in silence on

the front porch

watching the world parade before them

watching times change.

 

Sometimes they still hold hands

gazing lovingly at each other

while they share scrambled eggs and coffee

while they share memories.

 

Sometimes they snuggle watching

old movies on television

crying for Tony and Maria, and themselves

crying for love that has to hide.

 

Sometimes, but not often

they speak of those who died

naming friends they have lost forever

naming quilt pieces.

 

Their love has passed the test

of time

the world enriched by their gifts

the world that rejects them.

 

Sometimes they sit in silence on

the front porch

two old men

watching the world parade before them

watching times change

and waiting.

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