this is where they sat

the bench facing

the long stretch of water

that leads

to the sea

is marked, eleanore

and john

meese.

a tarnished square of metal

tacked firmly

to the plank

where we rest our backs.

they are

long gone, i'm quite sure.

but it's not hard to wonder

how many sunlit

days,

or moonlit nights they

sat here hand in hand.

in love, i hope.

who could not be in love

with such a view.