The old couple
The old couple do everything together.
They walk side by side by the ridge
of the ocean.
They sit in the same table, every morning,
order ice cream, one ball for each:
vanilla for her, strawberry for him.
Neither enjoy chocolate
that much.
He is slower, licking the sliding
cream that pinks his fingers.
She gulps. The sound of waves stays for moment
and vanishes with a whip.
The ice cream drops in the table with a ploft.
She still swallows a generous portion with a giggle
and shut her eyes.
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