The day has rosy cheeks and I imagine
this evening, sunset will light the sky
to a purple hue, while somewhere
hearts are aflame;
lovers' eyes meet for the first time in a bar,
having spent the day with friends
and sunshine on the riverbank.
Perhaps the gentleman will buy
her a rose or the barman recommend
a cocktail, that years later they'll still drink.
She'll wear a polka dot scarf,
hair dark and body firm from yoga;
he'll be an athlete with twinkling blue eyes,
that will remind her of the river she watched earlier,
how she dreamed, watching the boats go by
and longed to be swept up
into strong comfortable arms.
