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On Jesus Green

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


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


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