A Couple in Central Park
They did not know each other when they married.
Of each other there are still large parts
they do not know.
They converse in niceties worn down to grunts.
She cooks him sesame chicken when he's unhappy,
he always brings home Toblerones
when he goes abroad.
But if they do not know each other's stories,
they still know each other's heart -
it is their heart's heart that lies bewildered
in the pram in front of them
and in their silence is a shared mirth.