she took his hand before he hit the traffic
he walks like a king and talks like napoleon
he keeps her alive and half dead from exhaustion
he’s a rollercoaster and royal entertainment
while she dreads the moment she will put the fish on the table
while they mount the stand where i could buy a leaner body
not for me as i sipped my dry cider on the other side of the street
remembering how old i have become
few of these people are history
no mooring of crying kids/blinding love/the cold hand of a dying mother
so good/sad/funny/half forgotten
