love and art

slice of life updated

They moved in unison

familiar and easy,

but in distinctly different ways.

He with a long, thin cane

and slow, careful steps,

his eyes open and gaze nowhere.

She held his arm, or maybe he held hers,

and guided their path while whispering in his ear,

reaching for his waist and

turning his body to face each piece she wanted him to know.

Her hands circled his baseball cap covered head

and she leaned in closer,

perhaps to paint with words

an image he could only imagine.

I watched, riveted, from the bench in the corner

surrounded by art and looking at love.

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