We Used to Walk

We used to walk here to this table

above the creek, take notebooks out

and pens of course, companionable,

we sat just here together, wrote

by trees and water: calm delight.

I see, returning to the spot,

it’s been repainted, this old table....

We used to walk

for twenty minutes, rest in quiet

right here beside the creek, and write.

Now here again alone, I’m able

to view the place at last — oh, sweet! —

we used to walk.

Submitted for dVerse Form for All: the Rondeau