They share a milkshake
two straws protrude like
those old style TV antennas
dipped in red plastic
Time is static
Time is snow
Bright eyes blip on
Long sighs let off
Their knees touch
four legs do the Twist
Time is static
Time are snow
He looks at her
And she at him
Quiet and entranced
They’d get up but
Time is static
Time is snow