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