Along a sandy path, we go walking. On our left the ocean waves to us, on our right farmlandscape rises in the East.
The Sun burns a crown through the cloud crowd.
A long sinuous path bordering beach and farm, my hand and hers, left and right. Edible mushrooms appear, neatly lining the field's edge like picket fencing as we two Fishes swim past. With her amanita fingers, Robin picks the most delicious of the little friends and puts them in her wicker basket.
Don't wipe the dirt from your hand--
meet mine here with the life lines matched.
Between amanita fingers:
let this garden grow.