Was it just a walk?
Or was it a stroll?
Was it a lumbering , limping biped
shuffling along behind the Boss?
Or was it a Bossa Nova?
The breeze could have been a
drummer’s brushes keeping them in step.
Maybe a bird could have sounded like
Perhaps it was more of a dance, with soft whispers,
in an outdoor ballroom…
eye-talk shared in twinkling glances.
Were they inhaling the moment
and sighing out through half smiles…carefully
placing each foot in concert with their partner?
Was it all business?
Or were they lovers?