By nick
Date: 15 March 2000
Veronica
Veronica stares long and often, though this view
from a mist dampened sand bluff overlooking Lake Michigan,
has her captivated longer than I have seen before.
Once again, I stop shy of speaking when I notice the gaze
not wanting to interrupt.
She pulls tight her gray flannel lapels in a cross-armed motion,
I stay out of sight and watch the slate colored water
ripple and heave on this graying spring day.
We make our way back up the stream-side bank,
treading soundlessly over dew soaked beds of clover,
veering towards the new white trillium blooms.
I slow to watch a little brown trout dodge
under the reflection from an over hanging tree,
slipping in and out of sight, its resplendent gold and raspberry skin
only seen in glimpses, still I wait for the full clear view.
Veronica has said she loves me, but she doesn't.
She has also said she needs me, and this I believe,
though I will be the one that goes slack, f`
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