Quietly

roasting coffee beans and a few blonde wood chairs

flesh soft and warm

covered in the sweet spring air

my head out the window

my feet on the seat

hold my hand

easy

amuse and humor me

pretend my fingers are soil

and yours are the roots of a great old tree

twisting and tangling all around

steady and secure

we can laugh and play pretend

while I give you unintentional winks

look at old photographs of strangers

holding stories of lives once lived

smiles and hardships

placed out on metal plates