A glass of red complements the breeze
on the evening ferry from Rapperswill
back to Zurich. At the top of the rosengarten,
two teenage boys swing their feet over the stones,
play guitar and sing, smiling for my camera. I'm not
a lawyer here, not a bad girlfriend, not a problem-
solver, whipping board cheerleader -- just a girl
who likes roses, and sunsets, and the thick safety
of lights petting the cheek of a lake.
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