Oh what fun! Fun in a serious sort of way,
a grandson, sixteen years of age,
and a grandfather, seventy-five years older,
Both whipped out their cell phones
to show with pride
pictures of their girlfriends.
Ah, beauty all the way around!
His, at sixteen, a tall blond, taller than he.
The grandfather’s, a petite redhead
who, at seventy,
inches less in height but with a tall presence,
with glamour and allure enough
to draw the young man and the old man
out of themselves into a new place.
They look at each other across the table,
and across the wide age gap,
delighted at their common find
and the promise love holds
for any age.
Endnote: This reflects conversation Bob had with his grandson, Niko, upon first arriving in Santa Fe for a visit. His daughter, Susan, and her son had stopped at one of her favorite restaurants for a late breakfast upon their return from the Albuquerque airport on Sunday, October 6, 2018.
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