Jun 23, 2022
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Sunday at White Pond
A poem
“Shall we swim to the other side?” you ask.
Your sly smile,
even the watersnake adores.
“Let’s go!” I say.
Sunday at White Pond.
For a brief afternoon
we learn what it’s like
to be lovers.
We discover how to follow
the flow of day.
When you fall behind,
I slow down for you.
When you want to float,
I stay away,
and let you drink the silence alone.
Whatever we find,
we’re eager and willing and prepared, we say.
Oh…
