Old Man & His Wife

my old woman whispers and chides:
these old hips ….

they give way you know — the pain starts at the knuckles…

the stance gets wider and then…

lips pursed

smiles escape
salty and sweet

the clock beckons

and yet
an elegant turn of phrase
can change everything

and that is how you know that the years have been kind
and they have been so
so kind

turn your head and look

we were young once
can you believe it?

did you feel the sunshine on our skins?
weeds by the road and your smile

is all i can remember