In an arcade
a couple choose an engagement ring,
through a window they peer and grin
for this is the beginning of something new.
He, the larger of the two-
tshirt clad and cool-
stares with nose against the pane.
She, the rounder of the pair-
dressed for work but doesn’t care-
looks to her lover and smiles.
In an arcade
a couple chose their engagement ring,
through the door they came out
for that was the first domino to fall.
I carry on with this coffee
and think to the day when
I’ll be in an arcade choosing a ring.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
In an arcade
a couple choose an engagement ring,
through a window they peer and grin
for this is the beginning of something new.
He, the larger of the two-
tshirt clad and cool-
stares with nose against the pane.
She, the rounder of the pair-
dressed for work but doesn’t care-
looks to her lover and smiles.
In an arcade
a couple chose their engagement ring,
through the door they came out
for that was the first domino to fall.
I carry on with this coffee
and think to the day when
I’ll be in an arcade choosing a ring.
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