Poetry About Courtship

We take the longest street beneath the elms. Your sleeve brushes mine, then finds it again. At every gate, another subject opens. Neither of us names what the evening knows. The moon keeps pace above the quiet roofs. Courtship is time learning how to lean closer.

Evening changes the weight of the scene. At every gate, another subject opens. A smaller detail comes forward. The moon keeps pace above the quiet roofs. Meaning gathers without raising its voice. Courtship is time learning how to lean closer.

We take the longest street beneath the elms. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. At every gate, another subject opens. It returns us to attention, anticipation, letters, gestures, uncertainty, affection, and love before certainty. The moon keeps pace above the quiet roofs. The day continues with a more attentive heart.