In That Summer Day

I was waiting for Mariellen to finish up in the Ladies Room on fine day in Boston a few years ago. Across the reflecting pool from me was a series of benches. Not a wader was in sight.

The sun was perfec, gently warming the benches, attracting all sorts of City Life. I wondered, from my "surveillance post" what the conversations were, what the lovers said to each other, where the walkers had come from, where they were going. They entered and left, or lingered talking.

They linger still, walk still and love still in that summer day