Like sentries at their posts,
These lovers stand their ground.
Watching o'er the runners,
Strollers, basketballers,
And mere daydreamers, too.
And old stray dogs
Who hoist a leg in passing
Salutation.

They don't care
Who loiters near,
Who races by without a glance,
Or the few who stop to touch and go.
They stand alone. . .together
Smiling o'er the days and nights
In want for nothing but
To stand alone. . .