Fuzzy Edges by Rose Mary Boehm

She can see the lake. Heavy tree branches
sag into the water. Reflections.
Dry leaves crunch underfoot.
It’s not so much a memory as a reconstruction
of a day in late fall, thirty years ago,
when the days were shorter, the sun lower,
when he leaned into a northern wind
and held her hand, when the unsaid
stood between them, frozen,
when she tried to study the lines
in his face and he asked her
not to forget him.



A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of two novels and seven poetry collections, her work has been widely published in US poetry journals. https://www.rose-mary-boehm-poet.com/