by Robert Andrew Perez
they were walking, the two, up the sidewalk
each carrying a box of things. the boxes
were of no importance. the trees they
strolled beneath & the shadows that passed
over them were of no importance either. not
the way they swept across their faces as they
sauntered along. (the boxes were light.) nor
were the glances they each stole of any
importance. all that mattered, the dust
mattering the windless air, was they walked
their walk in complete hush.
Robert Andrew Perez lives in Berkeley, California. He works for the English departments of UC Berkeley and Saint Mary’s College (where he earned his BA and MFA, respectively), and is an associate editor for the Oakland-based letterpress imprint speCt!. His work can be found in publications such as The Cortland Review, The Offending Adam and Omniverse and is forthcoming in The Laurel Review and Manor House Quarterly.
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