A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other
A man and a woman sit near each other,
and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger,
nor born in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking.
Their breaths together feed someone
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love the body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
