They have said nothing to each other for weeks except what matters to 
the day, the children, the budget or the dog He is upstairs at his 
office window, She sighs, at where love has led her and how it was an 
easy mistake for girl to make. 

They treat each other as tenderly as they'd treat a stranger. Whatever 
it is they might be discussing escapes to the underside of the birch 
leaves. The lights across the river are brighter and more distant than 
the stars. 
 
 

Copyright 2001,  Bruce Taylor