Struttin'

A rare, bright Sunday afternoon on NW 21st Avenue in Portland. Before children. Before encumbrances, before even the bother and soul of a dog or the practicality of a washing machine. Smitten with each other. "Look what I got!"

This joy in each other, a mutual strut, this Sunday afternoon pleasure carries them along in a shambling dance, fragrant of the long morning. He swings his camera. She lifts her chin with pride. Perfection.

We remember it well.

This is the first in my NW 21st Avenue series. Some day I hope to make these mutterings into poems. We shall see.