Bridge

She leads him down a path through the garden
Past the flowering tree she steals from
In a flurry of delight.

They pace the fat haunches of bridges,
Cross the strong arm above the river
For the greener grass, the closeness of the other side.

She casts petals away
To float downstream drawing circles with
The undertow.

In that instant she sees him.
She holds her breath.

His eyes are closed against the bird-broken sun,
His back is turned towards her.
His hands are spread, fingers parted
So the current of air flows through them

As he reaches for a single dead blossom
Drifting across the water.