Mundays on Main Street

The community restaurant
shows pictures of us
as we dine on tuna salad or pancakes.


I can't keep my eyes from the faces joined together
by eye bends and mouth twists,
gene pools, refracted by the tides and winds.


Living through
their aging and their youth,
back floating over change.


I can feel the squeezes
only familiar bodies give.
I blush with them.


The place of joy
wouldn't impede us--lip corners up
brow edges down.