I saw two men today
they ate together
father was an old mechanic
he wore coveralls and
brown saddle shoes
worn with his age
as scuffed up as him
like they never left his feet
I saw them in reflections
(the window shined them back)
son was wide
his shirt stretched tight
his gestures demanded
yet laughter skipped across his face.
mechanic watched his cup for what might come
he gazed, I saw
with heaviness
from age, perhaps
from private burdens
and still son spoke on
unheard sigh shuddered
they left together