You and You

I thought I saw you, 

and you, 

walking down the street. 

You, tall and willowy,

your salt and pepper tresses 

bending with the breeze.

There, in your olive jacket, 

like the one my dad used to wear—

it could have been the 1940s.

And you, 

wagging your tail,

pulling on the leash,

determined to follow your own speed

and the sniff of your desire.

Gait slow,

you are a blond silhouette in the distance. 

A bright sunny day warms my heart.

A gentle, but firm wind energizes me. 

I want to be

always with you,

and you, 

and that gentle wind

as I wind through this life.

A biplane roars by, 

and I wish I was with you,

and you.