THEM
by Elaine P. Morgan, Warrenton, VA
I watched them again today.
Familiar strangers
shuffling along together
down sidewalks, streets,
past storefronts, restaurants.
Both of then have snow white hair now
but not one strand reveals the secret
of their faded hues from yesterday.
He leans over a grocery cart
resting his weary spine.
She clutches his left arm
with a right hand to steady her gait.
Both of then hobble to their car
in silence, sharing presence gratefully
after years of like intention to so many
common destinations.
I always told you we would be them,
we would be them one day.
We believed it you and me,
nostalgic fantasy.
