I saw two lovers kiss
while sitting by the lake
before returning their gaze
to the pewter-gray water.
A fish jumped
and geese took flight.
It was overcast,
but the sun kept moving
in its arc behind the gray pall.
A crow watched the scene as well
on the bare branch of a winter tree
as crows are wont to do.
The lovers looked at each other,
blue eyes connected by unseen wires
like those once imagined
by cavalier metaphysicians,
and then held hands,
leaning shoulder to shoulder
as lovers are wont to do.
They smiled as they turned back to the
lake,
silent and content for the moment.
The kiss had traveled
along the meridian nerve
that connects all lovers,
producing a marriage
that is the best that can be hoped for
between the heart and the brain,
pole to pole, body and soul.
For the record, the crows,
having observed the union,
took flight, black on gray,
in search of others
plighting their troth.
~William Hammett
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