hearts all aflutter

they go into town every sunday
for breakfast

choosing one of two places at whim
leaning back into old familiars
smiling at neighbors old as family

he always orders bacon, she likes rye

their two hearts
have run the gauntlet
of this life this love this ritual
and survived

she makes him tea every day at 4:00
he still trusts perfect strangers

they have this land, ten thousand sunsets

and one perfect smile

between them



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