Lovers
This yet-blue low-sixties twilight,
I sit by myself, outdoors, at the Lawn Beach Inn,
Watching two very young teenagers —
The only swimmers at the municipal beach.
After a few minutes, they climb atop the anchored raft,
The girl in a skimpy bikini, the boy in baggy trunks,
Both cavorting, holding each other close,
Repeatedly caressing, kissing, unabashedly,
Oblivious of anyone who might be looking at them.
By the time I pour a glass of wine and gaze out again,
The adolescents are gone; the raft is desolate;
And I'm as alone as I was when I first sat down,
Though not lonely,
Since I have my own companion beside me, tonight.
The lake and I have been lovers, for ages.
08/21/09 - (4)
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