A gentle breeze
carries the smell of Spring
across the lake
and through the reeds
where insects make their home
and I think of you
The fish has a healthy glean
as I bring him up
into my waiting hand
and I open his belly
while on the hook
there is nothing there but weeds
and muddy sand
I think of you
After 30 years
this place remains in the time we spent
laughing and drinking wine
kissing
you liked it when I stroked your face
with the back of my warm hand
trying to balance our little boat
in this big lake
where the water is cold
and deep
Another fish
his belly full of sand
like all the others
my own stupid fault
keeping the boat out too late
after the sun had gone down
that hot Spring night
I think it was those crickets that saved me
waking me just as our little boat tipped
but you my love
in your dress and heels
unable to find the boat in the dark
then coughing water
and that final splash of your hand
I could hear but not see
and you drifted under
Now I sit
in our little boat
and dream of catching a fish
and in his belly
are all those weeds
and muddy sand
along with your ring
and I will know it is yours
because it is engraved
my darling I am yours… always
Ground to Ground 
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