As I stand outside cupping sunlight next to the tangerine tree,

an old couple walks down the street

he -several feet ahead,

she- tossing comments 

to concrete

which bounce back up

 and hit him in the back,

they are a couple

that is all…

The light tries to dance a straight line 

but fails

so you can hear the leaves 

warble  a little…

and there I am holding sunshine

which dribbles 

onto pecan leaves in my driveway

the downy hairs above my elbow

echo birdsong 

as the trees and I dapple auburn in autumn… 

before lines of winter branches bloom 

stark amongst old weeds

of course,

all of us hope to see 

a pair of 80 year old lovers

rowing about on a lake 

in Spring