Crossing Ocean Avenue Poem by Gary Witt
Crossing Ocean Avenue
After the gray car passes,
They step off the median,
Fingers joined like
Magnets that have clicked.
He lifts her hand
In an arc above her head,
Gently touches her hip,
And she turns gracefully
Once around,
Almost en pointe,
Pastel skirt billowing.
Her head back,
She laughs,
Settles into the crook of his arm,
And hurries with him
To reach the curb
Before the light has changed.
Gracefully captures the subtle moments of being in love. Very well written, felt like I was watching this couple.
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4/23/2024 10:28:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Exceptionally detailed, pictorial crafting, Gary...You place your this pen-gem in the core of the Reader's mind's-eye, with much resplendence.Solid Work, indeed! FjR