On the Alte Donau (Day 106)

 

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In a rented boat 

On the Alte Donau,

We traced the outlines

Of the shore, and found

Our own private corner.

The river cooled 

Our skin, feverish 

With new love,

After the last shards

Of winter's piercing cold 

Had become little more

Than a curious memory, 

And July afternoons 

Grew heavy, ponderous

As a pear, hanging, golden

With juice, at the tip 

Of a fruit-laden branch.

Now, the warm night 

is calling, like a bell, singing: 

'Come with me, 

and bathe in my stars...'

Hands entwined, 

Let's meander along

The paths to the shore

Where you first 

took me into your arms. 

Face to face, we'll dance 

In the current's embrace,

While the Alte Danou

Cools us once more.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six