By The River

I walked with my greyhound this morning.
She was happily anxious and quick.
...Saw the smile which her face was adorning
as we strode t'wards the condos of brick.

We'd traveled this course oft; we knew it.
All the sights had been seen, hence before.
But they looked fresh as now I did view it.
Seemed the glasses were new that I wore!

The water below us was flowing
and I stopped to observe and reflect
and my pleasure--it must've been showing;
felt like all in the world was correct.

The scene, then before me, I gazed at
and my gladness was ample and clear.
My reaction?...Should not be amazed at.
I imagined you by me--right here!

The time seemed suspended now, hence it
was as if I'd been caught in a spell.
And your body felt close; I could sense it!
In my midst you were, as the rain fell.

'Twas where we had stood closely; we two,
looking down from this waterway rim.
In the cool, early morning mist me/you
watching one hungry cormorant swim.

My fingers, again sensed the feeling
From my touching you, tender, with care.
Oh, the surface was warm and appealing.
What a treat! What a treasure, so rare!

The joy which this memory brought me
spurred a feeling...no money can buy.
So, I savored what you did allot me.
And so lucky to have that, was I.

My neighbor--I'm glad that I met her.
So intriguing, how life's road will bend.
A nice scene you have made even better
and I thank you, my wonderful friend.