Conjugation At the Cross Walk
On the radio a nice lady in her soft NPR voice speaks of surrendering to love.
In between the yellow lines:
he with his neat Rastas braids and a guitar slung over his shoulder,
she with her careful bun and lighter skin, demurely entwines her fingers with his,
They smile at me smiling at them.
He points to their hand hold and mouths “She’s mine!”
We all smile at the cross walk.
I saw that a Wordle asked for a dirge today… I just couldn’t go there. I needed to commemorate this little moment with a poem instead.
Ps WordPress grammer police object to entwines. They suggested entwined…not as lovely a word to my ear. Anyone ??? Oh and they always object to the use of lady as not politically correct. Oh what’s a lady to do?