Honeymoon

Carefully she walks onto the dock
So her high heels
Avoid the built-in
Letdown of the walkway,
The spaces surrounding
The sturdy planks.

He gazes across the waterway,
A long sleeved shirt
With hands inside trouser pockets.
He feels the breeze
From the west
And his lover’s arm curled around his.

With her shoes off now,
She walks easily,
Her bare feet
Feeling the ancient dock
For the first time.
A great mist is upon them.


--Boris Victor Stecko