A LONELY WALK

I took a silent walk

today. I couldn't talk 

to anyone, because my honey

wasn't with me. No amount of money

could have made me happy

without her, but I was still snappy

in my walking on the lovely road 

by the river. I carried a load 

of joys with me as I saw

the gulls swooping. It's a law

that the Mystic River is always

beautiful, on gray days 

or sunny ones. I walked 

with spirit, and talked 

with my dear one, who 

was with me even though 

she was back home,

knowing, I hope, she wasn't alone. 

Below, a big tree trunk and a big rock, along the river . . .