After the earthquake
and war zone scale demolition
growth reclaimed itself,
trees and landscape escaped suburban detention
more feral than park – less forbidding than wilderness
catching and scattering the light –
a lacework of sun, shadow and river
popular with walkers
and hometown tourists.
A city of two halves – it was
the east, rubble
the west – barely touched.
They stopped and asked
was I from around here
what was it like – then – and now.
the rings on their fingers shining, untarnished.
The whole while we talked
arms encircled each other’s waist
fingers played occasional sonatas on hips
eyes locking and lingering.
When we separated
they walked hand-in-hand.
I watched them leave.
Second time love
the chance to return to the fork
and take the other.