It's one of the hardest days to remember
You and me in the arboretum
fearing our child is
growing inside
It's too soon
Wait a day or two
and see if I feel different
you said
Seated atop a jutting cliff
Our shoulders pushed together
A strawberry pressed to your lips
A blackberry to mine
A silkworm slides down before us
and attaches to your finger
The wind blows
the silk strains and snaps
And the waves in your hair
come alive