gossamer

cool green between our toes
blue above
me in shade
you, beside
languidly stretching
and soaking in the sun
on the other side
of an invisible wall
demarcated on the grass
and erected by a distant tree
here on the lawn
of a tiny park
on a tiny isle
in the East River
we ruminate and confabulate
beneath gossamer clouds
both reminiscing and planning
conversing in code
devised over decades
and giggling like the schoolgirls
we once were
and (truth be told)
in part, will forever be