In the picture, they’re dressed nice,
both in black sweaters, she in tights.
Frosted with glass, there are cupboards behind,
Mom and Dad’s kitchen—Iowa—both families intertwined.
We all met in seminary, intermingled with one another
She fell so gently, his steps so slow, so measured toward her.
I, so impatient, watching them come together
But now, it’s too soon, knowing they’ll spend forever.