Rip Tide

One weekend her lover was out of town
and she was next door, she said, talking
to Nancy who lived in the middle shack
when she saw me walking by my window
and knocked and entered and we went
to bed after I told her why I was aggrieved
and she held out one hand and said, Come.

The part I loved was watching the rip tide
in the Snake River while we were behind
a dune of sand somehow rounded there
to hide our naked bodies from God’s eyes.
On the way home the engine threw a rod,
ending our weekend affair. Carol Steiner
years ago. May she be happy now as then.

(14 October 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander