Sunday, June 16, 2013

Still Arm-In-Arm

linking elbows in a town that is not ours
I ask Is this okay?
you pull my arm closer to your body

Where can I get a really good cookie? 
you ask
your mouth next to my ear

4 strangers (older than we are)
squeeze by on a narrow strip of sidewalk

we are blessedly anonymous here

I suggest the bakery we've been to before
And if that doesn't work out 
I tell you
I know of another place

we like to return to the familiar
but also (or so we tell ourselves)
we are open to the unexpected

we arrive
still arm-in-arm
at the bakery we know

they have exactly the kind of cookie you are craving

But next time we're here
you say
we could try the other place