Chilanga Sprinkles

My Tio and his Gringa
Walk hand in hand
Unfazed by the passage 
Of years
And  the accumulation
Of ailments

A handsome couple
He in faded cargo pants
His shirt delineating
His slim figure
A neatly trimmed
White beard
Accentuating the 
Darkness of his skin

She in a flared shirt
Of reds and oranges
Perhaps of blues
And white slacks
That sway as she moves
As sensual now
As he day they met

They walk
In the comfortable
Silence of intimacy
We walk a few feet behind
Taking our elders in