samuel closes the door

there is no lock

zoey takes his arm   the street 

is dark   is quiet   not silent

a spring night

they walk to edge of town

past the stables to the meadow   

far enough

she rests her head on his shoulder

the chill air settles upon them

how many times

in one lifetime do such moments come

enough   not enough   does it matter

they are aware   of the moment    of each other