The Path
An aging couple strolled down
a leaf-strewn path side by side on
crisp fall days and jogged down their
path in the spring. Life was peaceful.
She never tired of talking about their
long life together, the kids, grandkids . . . .
Now he strolls along hand-in-hand
with a young woman. They laugh and
kiss under a cloudless blue sky
and bright yellow sun, oblivious to
everything and everyone around them.
Watching from a bench nearby, a deserted,
devastated woman--invisible now, it seems—
wrings her hands and cries silently.
Blue of sky and yellow of sun seem to
blur into garish green teardrops.
August 30, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's End August 2018
Standard Contest
September 28, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Free Verse Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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