At the Marsh Goose

We sat across the table
You and I,
Holding hands.
and the flotsam and the jetsam
Couldn't reach us
Because we held our lives
Between us, on the table,
In the sunlight.

And you are sixty three and
I am fifty.
But in our world together
On the table,
In the sunlight,
We are young and free and foolish
And know nothing
But the moment.

And every meal to follow
With its menu and its waiter
Will be a poor reflection
Of that meal we had together
At the table in the window
Holding hands.
In the sunlight, in the moment,
Sharing lives.

Louise Tee

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