each sidewalk’s edge
like an unfurled page
of the book you kept
bent in your tote-bag
after leaving it soaked
on the patio one clumsy
mimosa two days ago.
each restaurant’s face
gutted gladly and laughing
watching your first embrace
with fresh palms interlocked
madly and bursting with blush.
each payphone so silent
just napping in triumph of
endless ageless days where
only your love can grow older
caressing groups of brunchers
gliding by tall blonde girls
who smile while pinning their
ears to their shoulders.
