Ponte Vecchio

Remember when we walked the Ponte Vecchio.
The argument that began at its beginning,
and ended at its end.
You in cream and white: a-flowing.
The not really knowing.
The ins and outs.
Remember when we walked the Ponte Vecchio.
On an April afternoon,
with the wind buffeting below a blue azure sky.
You in cream and white: a-flowing.
And the steady lap of water beneath our feet.
The argument built above a shifting tide,
on the  Ponte Vecchio.