An afternoon café,

the fat chewed

with long teeth.

by two

gentle creatures of habitat,


They vanish

to wan on life,

the change

of the seasons

and the days.


They lecture

on legacies earned

in a distant past.

The complexities

of a simpler time.



over black socks,

and brown loafers.

Pale white wisps,

thinned out on scalps

locked in memories.


They reunite

under the loom

of a dark shroud.

Eyes magnify

emotions beneath

glasses sighting

revered friends

in reflective moments.


With a cane clutched

they watch traffic elapse,

two old dogs

out of tricks.

Both too quick

to distinguish

the movement

of shuffled years.


Photo: Two Old Men by Masis Usenmez



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