Poem of the Moment
Reunion
by Marie Howe
For all of the reunions happening this spring:
The very best part was rowing out onto the small lake in a little boat:
James and I taking turns fishing, one fishing while the other rowed slowly —
the long sigh of the line through the air,
and the far plunk of the hook and the sinker —
lily pads, yellow flowers
the dripping of the oars
and the knock and creak of them moving in the rusty locks.
(C) 1997