We biked all day
The gurgling river
kept track of us past
Swan Island, Ross Island, Toe Island
the proud silky geese standing guard
with their black faces and prizefighter’s chests
the amusement park lonely
singing itself a tinny song
that blew away on the wind.
We traveled through small
bright banners flying
antique stores mumbling the past.
Here is that mainstreet
you walked down once
on a yellow day in your childhood.
And here is the tiny café
I once spent three days in
eating through chocolate éclairs
licking the glossy gold custard
from the cracks in my knuckles.
The towns that kept us safe once
dissolve as the sun sets
and we drop hands, uncertain
what to trust
as the wind from the river
erases the breath from our tongues.