As they age, Mr. and Mrs. Brown
look increasingly alike.
Wrinkles leak from both their eyes
(three per outer corner). They stride towards town
to do their shopping every other day
for fresh ingredients, fresh air.
The wind whips through their silvered hair
(still darker underneath). At home, they lay
in bed and stare at one another’s face.
We’re still young, he tells his wife
Or she tells him. Their mirrored life
(of twenty-six years) spins in place.