, , ,

she tells him that in a future

life, in a future civilization

the two of them will have so

many children.  He takes off

his leather belt and

wades into the green stream.

His hair dips, so that anyone watching

won’t know what colour he

is.  The air becomes cold

and when he whips his head back the drops

from the river freeze in mid air.  His woman

becomes an image, circular and

stiff, frozen beyond belief.