Eating sushi triangles on a bench in Beverly Hills Park
The painting perfect nightfall elegantly supposed
I turn to you & smile about something I saw
We saw the same thing
Santa Monica Boulevard isn’t a nightmare tonight
Cars going east & west seemingly in moving picture rotations
With Friday night clothes passengers flirting
We are the same thing
Long green strands of grass crushed under walking feet
Your slip on pale purple comfy shoes step for you
Feeling the drops of water flung off on to our legs
We wash the same way
Unwrapping in three steps, one fold over
Two fold across, three fold under
Spicy tuna & soft shell crab delight in center
We hold on the same way
You can live inside a shadow
Shifting around in it, surprise by the next corner
But can sit on a concrete bench silently
We are graceful with the same aching decades
It is in your eyes that lost becomes unfounded
Revitalize blood flow, restart heart
Garden of eating together while sipping Pomegranate tea
We are timeless with the same blood
© Adam Bresson
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