On a Couple in Blackrock

by Brendan Strong

Their feet are tipping and tapping on the path

A couple in percussion, joined at the hands

They are bitching about their jobs

They are bitching about their boss

But they have each other at lunch, and walking

To the shop, and holding hands and talking

And calming each other down

Just being together, hanging out.

What will they eat, or will they even stop

Perhaps their fingers will twist into knots

Tied together for life

To make it all worthwhile.