Ron Bloodworth

One Man, One Woman

They move as one
across the smooth wind-blown
sand of the beach.

Barefoot, hand-in-hand,
they stride
with the confidence of those
ignorant of privilege.

Behind them, in the wake
of their passing, an invisible
envelope of air keeps trying
to send me the same letter
they keep sending to each other.

—Ron Bloodworth

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