Young Folks in Love

[Brownlie]

(inspired by "Under the Porch Light")


There they are walking on paths,
taking up space on already crowded
sidewalks, oblivious, they entertain
even love doves in the park

They come in pairs, intertwining
like ivy, like braided hair strands,
becoming love couples in spring

They are at once congruent,
a subject-and-verb in agreement,
a salt-and-pepper blend of hands,
arms, shoulders, and rubbing thighs

Isn’t it a pity
Isn’t it a shame
there isn’t a person alive
who will tell them
how they will one day break
each other’s heart

over breakfast:
two cups of black coffee,
two poached eggs,
and all those sharp words
to come, broken in halves

I took the speaker to be a bit brooding and detached which I like. My only critique after a quick read is that you seem to have multiple metaphors that convey the same thing.