The older couple who've set down
their folding chairs, a blanket, lunchbox
not too far from the old Lincoln
inhabit three islands of peace
which by the time we're their age
we'll know perhaps to envy:
his peace, and hers, and theirs:
neither got high grades, but
they're wise enough to know
after all those years together
those three islands; watch them with discretion
and join them if you can across the years;
in that third island which is won
from two islands neatly cropped.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-golden-gate-park-for-jim-and-thanks-to-lawrence/
