A LIVE MONITERING OF PASSERSBY ON GEARY BOULEVARD

Two men cling to each other madly in love.
Older man talks—younger one laughs.
Both adorned with silver crosses
glinting in rays of morning sunlight.
Could they be priests in civvies?
The laughing man suddenly weeps,
pleading, I’m unworthy of your love!
Holding hands looks too frustrating—
they must desire greater intimacy.
I monitor their walk and wonder
how well their love will endure.
I hope they will walk together
for miles, endless miles, in eternal spring.