don't believe in love
don't believe in hate
ah, but loving
i do relate
a walking rhythm
concrete sidewalks
her hand in mine
silent words lie soft
within her mind
warm summer day
a saxophone in play
echoes from cool shadow doorways
north is south
east is west
a glass of wine
a moment to rest
voiceless
and at our best
summertime rhyme
can hold
an old man into death
with no regret
a walking rhythm
his only request.

- jude