together

as if tied together
in grey blue clumps
of thick overcoats,
woolen hats of stripes
and colors like stuck
Christmas candies,
they gather,
they stroll
through the park,
emptying the senior
buses as one, they
move towards the lake
tethered by invisible
strands of time,
avoiding the iced
puddles, patches of snow,
holding loaves of stale
bread for the birds.
somewhere within they'd
rather be alone,
or at least not
with strangers, but with
someone they loved
so long ago, someone
who would remember those days
when they weren't so old.