6/17/2003

We
sat together
at the end of
the narrow landing
he and I
throughout the day
fishing.
Strolling
hand in hand
away from us
the lovers
never knew
we were there
and they were
caught
but we
threw them back.
Who
do you think
you are
she asked
her friend
sincerely wanting
to know
and
we let them go
too.
I can't help
thinking
he said
much too small
to keep
even if
keeping him
was what
we wanted.
That was
the way
we passed
the time
from daybreak
until the
evening shade
was drawn
sitting
and fishing
neither of us
saying a word
working together
to free
each new catch
after the joy
of
reeling it in
for
a closer look.