Kinsmen

Kinsmen


Two men enter, tall and dignified,
Dressed in pressed clean shirts and pants.
They are alike in their long faces,
Hazel eyes, long limbs and hands.

Their sandy hair is neatly trimmed;
Their noses show a sculptured thrust.
The one who doesn't go out often
Holds the other's sleeve securely.

His brother is his trusted cane
Who guides him through unknown terrain.
His brother points to items in the case—
Muffins, Danish, scones and more.

He prefers an apple turnover;
     His brother takes the same.
They sit together by the window,
     Sipping coffee with their pastry.

Their heads are slightly bowed,
     Inclined in quiet conversation.
This is a fine occasion for
     Two kinsmen who are free.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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