by Mark Strand
“Remember that night in the canoe on the Mississippi?” she
asked, “Remember how the stars shone?”
“Were you with me?” he said. “I thought I was with somebody else.”
“That was me,” she said, “we paddled and paddled, we went
around and around.”
“I could swear I was with somebody else,” he said.
“No, darling, it was me,” she said, “It was me. It was me.”
