In a melee of menacing metal 

two old lovers hobble 

tentative they dance through traffic

he leading her

one hand embracing the other

 

Decades they have danced 

seen enemies come and go

across these troubled streets

barely looking

 

Back then 

the metal flew

though not borne by wheels

and how they danced fearless

 

They reach the pavement

and he kisses her cheek

they smile

and laugh

the traffic moves on

 

They the victors.