After the gray car passes, <br />They step off the median, <br />Fingers joined like <br />Magnets that have clicked. <br />He lifts her hand <br />In an arc above her head, <br />Gently touches her hip, <br />And she turns gracefully <br />Once around, <br />Almost en pointe, <br />Pastel skirt billowing. <br />Her head back, <br />She laughs, <br />Settles into the crook of his arm, <br />And hurries with him <br />To reach the curb <br />Before the light has changed.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-ocean-avenue/
