she went to the edge of the dock

at lake champlain

i stayed back

about fifty feet away

and

watched as the wind

blew her blonde hair,

dirty blonde,

into her face

and she put her hood up

from her grey sweatshirt

and i watched her grey sweatshirt

wrinkle back and forth

         back and forth

and she stared out at the water

and the wind picked up

         more and more

         more and more

and i walked closer and closer

                  closer and closer

   faster and faster

   faster and faster

and i put my hands on her back

on the back of her grey sweatshirt

wrinkled back and forth

and i pushed her

as hard as i could

and watched her bob

                    up and down

                    up and down

and farther and farther

    farther and farther

and i walked back to my car

 and drove back to new jersey