By nick
Date: 7 April 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 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 little brown trout dodge
under the reflection from an over hanging tree,
slipping in and out of sight, its resplendent gold and raspberry washed 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 that she needs me right now, and this I believe,
though I will be the one p
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