we exit park to levee
re-meet on footbridge
none knowing future
lollygagging be-
neath pier, we intuit a
restaurant. Fried fish
we linger, draw, write
run home full face in wind, chilled
drink tea, eat cocoa
she makes the bed and we lay
soon laughing eyes tell
2009
© Donald Grube, 2010
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