Held
I hold her
as she leans back
into me,
standing there
on the gazabo,
among the lilacs,
flowers and willows
by the lake
in the afternoon sun,
as we watch
geese come winging
across the gleaming water,
glide in a line
and swoop to land
in a spray
of silver and gold,
gaggling,
as we gaze,
held there
in the
perfumed light.
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