It’s full of wind and grey now
but, oh, years ago
when the asphalt felt them dancing to the late night band
that court was a treasure trove
on a dripping summer night
like photos etched in silver plates,
the girl moves
the boy moves
the night explodes
decades get spent in brown eyes
and end with wishes like a whisking tiger’s tail
moving, eluding
but, oh, those photos,
oh, that love
that never fades.