Inside the Color Print from Issue 23
They stand together, in the way
they always stood, man & wife,
their bodies softer, warmer, spreading
towards each other like the roots
of trees ingrown, hand over swollen
hand. This is their yard, their path,
their warming spring; the noisy young
are gone. Light bathes their upturning heads,
his shirt, her melon dress; spring blooms,
azaleas, pink & white; they breathe
together here: this is their home,
their settled peace.
unseen, their last pet jumps & yips,
half-puppy still, against a shadowed screen.