Go to the River's Edge
This is where someone saw
the two of them go in – the girl
on a boulder by snowmelt current,
her fiancé with camera, onshore,
gesturing for her to move
a little to the left for a better angle.
She slipped into the water.
Swept away. He
jumped in to save her. Gone,
the two of them –
flailing arms and feet, shrieks
against the torrent.
This morning my dog
ran the shoreline of river-wild,
held by a scent-thread
she wouldn’t let go; whining,
gazing at that island of rocks –
do you see it?
In underwater caverns,
fairy tale lovers might live
forever, crystal cold, breathless
blue.
~ Taylor Graham
from Uplift (www.coldriverpress.org)