no place dramatic

along no place dramatic, two
young people fell in love —
to you or me, a mundane thing;
to them, the world had changed

out past the yards of neighbors, they;
excited – hand-in-hand —
and you or I might nod our heads
but still not understand

for though there is a me and you
we can speak freely of:
that doesn’t change, well, everything,
the world’s not rearranged

for how we view things is our world,
it’s all we really see —
to them, there’s only them, and our
part in their history

for it’s no place dramatic, but
there’s drama, all the same;
for love, such as it is, just is —
and will its prizes

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