today
i saw an old couple dancing in the marketplace
their bodies spoke a latent dialect
of the most secluded language
sacred
exclusively theirs
his gaze never left hers
they moved ritualistically
as if their feet could carry them through the cobblestone streets forever
i watched for just a moment
not wanting my admiration to absolve them of their fantasy
when my hair turns gray
and life becomes too burdensome
i hope to remember the couple dancing in the marketplace
and wonder if they ever noticed that wide-eyed stranger
or if she too
was lost in the liberation of love
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