Example 3
The End of an Outing
Leaving the pond, she looks like something I know,
hauled-up and dripping, glistening in the sunlight
and swinging her heavy auburn hair she comes to the blanket
Her eyes are on the trees of the horizon.
I stare at her shoulder and arm,
flushed, and palely freckled, and moist and cold to the touch.
Behind the pines and cedars the sun is falling,
casting their shadows deep on the empty beach
and the cold red water, suddenly unfamiliar.
In a few minutes, she will undress and sit
alone on the gritty bench of the bathhouse, in semi-dark
slowly wiping her breasts with a damp towel.
--Robert Mezey
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