My friend, Gloria

I think we met on the boat dock at MIT

on that blustery morning, that morning where our

boat overturned in the Charles River.

Friends for life.

She kept sailing.

Forty years later, she's rowing,

back to violin,

and me, back to flute, avoiding boats

and water.

we look young, don't we, at 58 and 60,

our happiness at being together 

shaves off the years.