Hugs of Fondness

a languid tour of vintage cafes marks the deep scent of robusta coffee and omelet... hand in hand, an old couple recalls a first rendezvous near this boulevard fifty years back where dewy ferns and candles enliven drizzles, so silky in a glint of bus lights reflecting the same tranquility of this waning night... and yet, the crystal mist floats on mantle of air clutching lightly varnished gloves, petal-shaped--embracing not the showers of life on snapshots rendering brushes of kisses ... but of fingers hugging fondness so kind, so kind in the near twilight’s walk when remains of age, of worn-out gloves ..take a fateful chance. A Craigh Cornish Contest: Hugs 6/10/2020