and now twilight cools the sun-bleached sky
and she watches as he fights
across a broad swathe of dry dimpled sand
slowly making his way to where she waits
and in her heart he is perfect a boy sad and sweet
and a little tragic she remembers how he laughed
at the crashing waves expecting them to remain
unchanged always following the shoreline
in the same graceful arc because
he liked it that way but time touches everything
and some days she worries she is merely a toy
an old plaything he might toss forgotten
into a corner but then he reaches for her hand
or flashes that sideways smile that means:
Don’t tell anyone...it’s our secret
and she watches as he shades his eyes
with one hand squinting into the setting sun
finding her correcting his course as if
she is his North Star
and she thinks: Friday nights never change
all these years later and here I am still standing
by the corner dressed in red hoping he might
drive up and say Jump in—let’s go for a ride
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Mark8431/NeedPix
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