The Post CardA Poem by A. Kim SpradlingLife can sometimes be one!Late one summer evening, While strolling along the way, Down the ancient downtown walk, Lamps turning the dark to gray.
Strains of a haunting melody, Heard from a late-night “place”, Coupled with a chorus of crickets, Made a pleasant walking space.
Rounding the town square corner, Beneath the gas light glow, A solitary bench was placed Where a couple whispered low.
As I drew so ever closer To the duo seated there, It suddenly occurred to me In both they were only aware.
His arm lightly encircled Her back in a casual way. Paired eyes were equally locked In an adoring, warm display.
Never did they observe me As I meandered, drawing near. She smiled and laughed so sweetly As he whispered in her ear.
The moment belonged to them only. No notice to any passersby. I could not refrain from looking. So, my eyes continued to pry.
Crossing by them, a kiss was stolen, Which took her quite off-guard. A scene in time remembered. Quite like a vintage postcard.
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