Traffic of humans and ducks
by the water
filling, bulging the buds
hanging in strings,
pearls
off branches of willows
weeping for friends long unseen
and lovers unlived.
Smiles from strangers
and laughs at the dogs;
life in the air of a city
losing, lost
longing
to leap in the arms of those strangers
and return to admissions of lust.
The surface in shine,
sun and friends there no longer unseen
emerging desire and welling up spring
in traffic down by the water.
Notes From Afar 