We walk down to the tree shaped like a chair,
years of training to get it just right.
Across the river is the fall
dripping from the woman’s mouth.
This is our spot, this strange location
where magic feels tangible in the air,
and everything is as green and lush
as in our dreams.
You tease and say it is a dream.
Oh, I know that.
I’ve known it for a long time, since you left.
But I still walk here with you.