The Picture Show

Like a rising mist
four footsteps glided
across burgundied tapestry

her free hand traveled
along the worn carved edge
of staircase bannister,

wide and winding toward
the place reality escapes
onto thin sliver of revolving reel.

His free hand waved
toward teasing billies
still, the braw young man

and his pretty lo'ed girl
ascended the stairs
toward edited couple harmony.

(I wrote this poem after my grandmother told me that grandpa's friends would tease him about dating her, because she was a bit younger than him. She mentioned one time in particular, when they went to the movies together :)