Trying to make
Someone happy. It
Does not matter if
Outside
a harbor café
our bikes are taken.
We talk across
A straw wrapped
Chianti bottle. Love
Multiplies in cool
Air from a door
Kept open
and unlike
fishermen
soon heading
again
To their seabed,
We’re not sure
How to fit in
the future as
More than needed
Adorns the moves
To make someone
Happy,