In Golden Gate Park. for Jim and thanks to Lawrence
The older couple who've set down
their folding chairs, a blanket, lunchbox
not too far from the old Lincoln
inhabit three islands of peace
which by the time we're their age
we'll know perhaps to envy:
his peace, and hers, and theirs:
neither got high grades, but
they're wise enough to know
after all those years together
those three islands; watch them with discretion
and join them if you can across the years;
in that third island which is won
from two islands neatly cropped.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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