They're looking at an old goat and his wife

sitting quiet, hardly looking at one another,

not a word between them said, and the one

says to the other, "don't they look miserable,

old and gray, and dumb in more ways than one."

The other agrees and sips his latte and the

both of them forget about the old, gray couple,

sitting over their coffee and tea, not talking,

having said all there is say, out loud, but 

having that much more to say between them

without saying a word out loud, about children

and work and dry times and hard times,

and times of loving and sickness, and words

said out loud don't necessarily hold weight.