the river looked like worked glass today
with a solid surface two inches down
so that, if you wanted, you could walk along it
under the willow trees
while the girls sat in their pairs
knitting, sharing stories
by the river
or some just
sitting
vacant and absorbed
in doing nothing at all
I see them but only peripherally
I would not be able to pick them out of a line
because I was walking with you
and there was some certain joy in the air
different from the last time we walked
this path together
Artwork by Blanca Schofield Legurboro