The leaves float down and the shadows grow long in the late afternoon sunlight.
From my window I watch people in the square go slowly, noiselessly by,
as if their errands are secret.
After work, we hike to a bluff overlooking a bend in the river
on the edge of this little town. A freight train, eerily quiet, eases along the opposite bank.
We sit in the fading light, watching the river
and a lone red-tailed hawk. We’ve been here many times before,
marking the subtle changes in the landscape. Our silence
is as long as the years we’ve spent together.
We are at the center, smiling, in no