The moon reflecting in a shopping cartat the bottom of a slow river. You grew up here:
tell me you aren’t thinking of raw gold. Tryto tell me the river’s crustaceans
aren’t clapping their claws in the carat light.From here we can watch autumn blaze the moon
some miles off. From this blue shorewe can watch a day twice: once above, once below water.
And we two are caught once againbetween the thing and its reflection.
Tell me we could be anywhere else right now. Tell methis one lie so we know everything else is absolutely true.