by Amanda Boekelheide

Nothing answered back.
Cold wind dropping down.
A singular leaf on a winter tree.

Clockwork set to the rhythm of each other’s hearts.
They never knew a moment of alone.
Three people holding hands
wearing full length coats.

It begins in the garden of an old stone house.
The air is warm and causes a lightness
or joy or expectation to be expressed in
our steps.  A stone bridge.  Small.
We cross the river together.

A blue door,
a blue car,
and a woman in a blue dress await.

Amanda is currently studying in Indonesia on scholarship. She lives in NYC.