The Bridge Near Walmart

This young couple
holding hands,
walking over the bridge 
toward Walmart.

Her knee-ripped jeans, 
his puberty-popped beard;
heads down, talking
with apparent intensity

about something we
won’t ever know and maybe 
they won’t even know if
you ask them about it tomorrow.

It’s early April in the city 
and the city spring, wearing its con-artist smile,
promises so much future to these two
they can’t see more than two steps

ahead of them. Cross your fingers
for them, friends;
cross your hearts
and hope they thrive.