I see them most days
when they drop by the cafe
for breakfast
they're coming in
I'm walking out
the old man's wiry
cantankerous
the wife is a kinder sort
she's learned how to deal
with the old man
they always come in an
ancient Dodge pick-up
she's behind the wheel
he's on the passenger side
two irish setters in the back
he gets out and goes back
to the truck bed
hugs each of the setters and
lets them lick his face
telling them they won't be
gone long and not to worry
the wife looks back at him
and smiles, knowing what a good
heart he has even though he tries
never to let it show
I see it all and smile too
knowing that in twenty
years, this could have
been us
