Counter Factual

The drowsy day is at its height.

The river flows beyond our feet.

With bellies to the sulky sun,

our hot hands meet and intertwine.

We have loved inside the grass,

ate zebra at a Grand Hotel -

we challenged God to strike us down

and heard the randy bugger laugh.

The river flows out of your eyes.

We fold the drowsy day away,

reclothe ourselves in silly words

and stroll back sadly to the car

while on that bank of celandine

two fresh-pressed angels slowly fade

and with them goes what’s good in us -

the dream we had, the love we made.

I feel your planted seed in me

warmed and nourished by the sun.

Ignition fills the car with rock -

we drive and watch the river run.