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.