for years my husband
would pull away from me
heal and toe allergic to the ground
stuck in East River speed
with the tide of humanity
swept back and forth
but now I hear him as he walks
his words no longer trailing
for me to hurry and catch
in that city wind
no rivers out here
just streams that
go dry with the seasons
we meander in warm dust
both of us slower than
our discussions
help pull us along
and someday they’ll be
the only legs
that love has left us