youth on a small bike
her body leans into his
melts into his
the soft surrender of a belly
into a back
her arms wrapped around his waist
his wrists infused with their love
elders on a gourmet bike
she reclines
as far back as she can
into her body
apart from his
upright, proud
neither needing the other
in fully claimed
self-love
young & old on a tricycle
his chubby fingers lightly touch
his father’s back
taking in the world around him
certain in the safety
of being loved
Two Owls Calling 