Mito M. Boy

Created at the BOA workshop at Midtown
Duty calls

Every morning at just this hour, they appear

both fulfilling their obligations

to one another.

Traversing the sidewalk, stopping at the trees

gazing at the river, sometimes crossing the footbridge

and becoming miniatures.

In the fall they linger in the park.

breathing the brisk air, kicking the leaves,

staying till it’s almost dark

In winter they hurry

bunched against the wind

focused on the short exercise ahead.

In summer, after they pass by
they take a longer return. Two figures

tethered to each other.

It’s just spring, now, and cold.

There they are again--

She steps out first, they cross

one eyes the light for safety.

the other the grass ahead.

Duty calls.