her name

a small man in a black cap
is standing alone
at the edge of the river.
the river is green,
the sky is grey.
he is in no hurry to leave,
or go back
to from where he came.
he taps his cane against
the walkway sending
gulls into the air.
he leans with elbows resting
on the rail.
he has all day, all
the rest of his life
to come here, to remember
her and to say
quietly her name.