Splashes and giggles fill the air
accented with cries of
“Marco!”
“Polo!”

Freckles spot her shoulders,
browned in the sun;
angel kisses
her mother called them.

She watches the children,
laughing at their antics
charmed by
their exuberance.

He watches her,
eyes hidden behind dark glasses
charmed by
… her.

Above their heads the
neon-blue damselflies
court, dance
join.

She laughs as the
children call out
for her attention
for her smile.

He smiles, too,
lost in their courtship --
a love affair
of 30 years.

Their grandchildren’s voices
echo across the lake
“Marco!”
“Polo!”