Former Lovers at Jetty Restaurant.(Poem)

 
FORMER LOVERS AT JETTY RESTAURANT 
 
   Coffee in the sun with the blue-green 
   smooth river spread, turning golden-brown 
   in its rippling shallows. Early autumn water, 
   clear enough to see all the way down. 
 
   Yachts further out, and white boats moored here. 
   From the jetty timbers martins swoop and fly. 
   Hard for them to think today, at least, was not 
   made specially for them, under this wide sky. 
 
   Greetings with tentative kisses on the cheeks. 
   Memories glide under the surface or soar 
   light as the little martins at the eaves. 
   The past, ...