a man and his son
side by side, silent, shoulder to shoulder
they only turn pages in synchrony
after years of being out of synch, father
and son, the face-off, now they sit peacefully
face-down, their eyes trained on their books.
the son, maybe a science fiction fantasy,
the father, his tenth book on the history of WWII.
or maybe the reverse, who knows, but it was so peaceful
standing behind them quietly, they could only
hear the electronic click of the camera on
my phone,after which
I walked away