WINNIPESAUKEE, MAY

WINNIPESAUKEE, MAY

for Nina, after Ben


She once said:
Don’t tread on me,
summer cabin lake,
memory. She
said: Be of love
a little more
careful, pack
a crayon. She
could cut a collage
of half memories
in college dorm
double dog dares
wine & a roof,
yet still the
refrain: this
time last summer,
the dock, the
boat with oars,
the pines that
waved goodbye,
swayed, rippled
sheet that lake
wide open bed
that lake,
ready to
take you. She
once said: Take a
sweater—be safe,
don’t catch cold.
It caught us anyway,
mid leap. Endings
are everything.