lake champlain
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