Greenwood Lake, South Carolina
wind in our faces
flaming orange sunset reflected
in our smiles
herons, blue lanky ones,
white and graceful, soar, land
along the shores
turning to face each other in the boat
inner edge of my bare foot, silver toe ring
resting against yours
only you, a poet and
photographer, could capture on film
two feet, falling in love
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