a quiet lake bench
carrying on conversations
with albino mallards
and a beautiful girl
warm hand on her knee
through cut up jeans
fingers playing with the frays
too cold for sandals...

dodging damp willow branches
there could be alligators
in the Midwest
some unwanted pet
returned to nature
for a better chance

grabbing a cherry blossom
and taking it in
on the walk back
how many loves
has that lattace
been witness to
i wonder