On State Street in Your City


State Street, On State Street in Your City

He clasped his fingers
together, we curled every
other one, your hand  holding on
to mine as if I would run.

Our buttons, buttoned and
touching a blue and white

Our eyes peer straight ahead;
his gaze, higher and
my eyes gaze upward.

Left foot – black shoe,
tied near wide pant legs.
Left foot – shines with satin
bows;  twelve inches above

Those hats we wore
kept our heads warm
only our face showed,
my chin lifted –
his chin straight.

It would appear
we were in a hurry –
but to where –
I have forgotten.

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