Let us take the river
path near Fall Hill.

There we will negotiate
an outcrop with its silvered
initials & other bits of graffiti,

all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until

we can no longer tell
where the river ends.

Copyright © 2015 by Jon Pineda. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 21, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets