By nick
Date: 17 March 2000
Veronica
Veronica stares out often, though this view
from a mist dampened sand bluff overlooking Lake
Michigan,
has her captivated for longer than I have seen before.
Once again, I stop shy of speaking once I notice the
gaze,
not wanting to interrupt.
She pulls tight her gray flannel lapels in a cross-armed
motion,
I stay out of her line of sight
and watch the slate colored water
heave and ripple on this gray 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 a little brown trout dodge
under the reflection of an over hanging tree,
slipping in and out of sight, its resplendant gold and
raspberry skin
only seen in glimpses, yet still I wait for the full
clear view.
Veronica said she loves me, but she doesn't.
She has also said she needs me, and this I believe.
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