Key West, 1976.
Their eyes met, dancing in the sunset, bare feet in the sand.
They disapeared into the twisting limbs of the banyan tree.
Branches entertwined, roots mingled and overtime
grew together to became one.
A few weeks ago they came to visit me in florida and I caught a glimpse of those two young lovers.
After 31 years of marriage my folks are still kissing in the banyan trees.