old couple taking a walk
around an oval
slow steps
story filled
post retirement commitment
to be with each other
rain or shine
they hold hands
with the sunrise as their witness
a middle aged woman with
sagging breast
jogs past them taking the speed
of the morning rush
the wind here is not really cold
soon it will be dusty as usual in the tropics of Cancer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem