Holding hands,
An elderly couple
Walks slowly through the park.
Like a bee hovering momentarily over flowers,
The couple stops now and then
To share comments about this and that,
Savoring the nectar,
Then moves on to the next attraction,
To the next blossom,
Unhurried, self-contained, free.
All around the couple,
Singles clutch their cell phones,
Ever impatient to be elsewhere.