Friday, July 25, 2008: Purple Driving Mocs Are All The Rage (Picture 3)

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.