Trading the stone walk
Side by Side
thumbs in denim pockets
We revel quietly
In the dust - free commercial center that we know so well
On we traipse
Forgetting that time is sometimes
Surprise that we dislike each other that we can
Fight and wound
After
Delighted that we can reach and touch
and grow thereby
At times torn by the agony of insecurity
The mistery of aloneness
In each other's precense
And then
