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
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