28. LOVERS

It started to rain

In the middle of the shoot

A cold early January drizzle.

The car was half mile away

Along a soggy path

With a thirty foot wide foot deep icy puddle

That must be waded.

But we didn't want to go back...

An Oregon rain will stop

If you simply wait

So I wrapped their naked hearts

In the old orange

Indian blanket Poncho

And they stood there in the forest

Looking out at me

For twenty minutes.

I put the red leaves

Between their rose lips.

How like one heart they seemed...

These two young women

Who love so deep.