2017 : May

One evening, we
Ate dinner by the river;
The weather, warm,
The sunset, pure and bright —

And after gruyère shrimp and grits,
We wandered,
And watched the city
Slowly turn to night.

We spoke about our parents’
For me with music,
You with dress design,

Of how those closest to us
May not know us:
The turns and dips in every

As we held hands,
The riverboats below us —
The distant sound of dam
And waterfall —

You said, “a girl who’s unsure
Of her father
Will look most anywhere for love
At all.”

“I guess the same is true
Of boys and mothers.”
You spun away,
And did a sort of dance,

I saw you silhouetted
By the sunset:
A girl again
By way of random chance.

No matter how we age
We all are children,
Still trying to
Establish who we are,

As night fell on
On a steamy river evening,
Two lovers joined
By one lone

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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