A Summer Romance
I sat upon a wooden bench
to rest my weary limbs.
And marveled at a Thrasher's voice
who sang a pastoral hymn.
Where joggers passed in groups of two
and meekly offered up a smile.
While wearing clothes and Nike shoes
that had set them back a mile.
I gazed upon our river ...that flowed deep
from a summer pour.
Where bits of wood and frothy foam
raced along the shore.
On the other bank I could see Pelicans
who were the real stars.
Since the widest spot from where I sat
was only twenty yards.
But not just birds were on my mind
as I watched the other side.
There sat a lonely girl
who had caught my rambling eye.
So even as her face was lost
to a distance equally shared.
I felt a strong attraction
to which I was now aware.
Such a silly notion now occupied my soul
What couple does not have a story
of how the lovers met?
Stranger things have happened
to people who I know.
Where by chance a brief encounter
did allow true love to grow.
Would she find me funny
and share a deep desire
to hold my hand in times of stress
when she's down and tired?
Would she call me every night
to tell me of her day
and every morning bring me coffee
from our favorite French Cafe?
Would she cry at every movie
where a puppy's in distress?
And wander my apartment
in a state of partial dress.
We would be so happy...that soon
we've have to make a plan.
To be quickly married, have some kids
and buy a mini-van.
I walked up to the river's edge
to continue with my silly game.
Where across from me the girl rose
and did the very same.
We both stood there for a moment
and before I did my part.
She raised her arm and waved at me,
I nearly lost my heart.
I returned her wave when at that moment
a voice boomed from the ridge.
I turned to see a man who yelled,
'Honey, I will meet you at the bridge.'
They both scurried off in the direction
the Man had specified.
While I stood there at the river's edge
more than a little mortified.
I shook my head at the silliness
and let out a cushioned sigh.
And wondered why a summer love
was content to pass me by?
I am not embarrassed by the shame
because taking any risk is free
and as Shakespeare said to the game of love,
'What fools we mortals be.'
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Copyright © David McHattie | Year Posted 2019
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