I was taking pictures in the park that day
she was sitting her sister’s kids, playing
water games in the heat and blaze of summer
sun. because she was with children, I spared
her no attention, keeping to my own
business and sparing indulgent smiles for her
nephew, who soon, as I sat, ran over to
toss a bowl of water on my head—cold
and unexpected. to be a sport, I
chased this total stranger into his aunt’s
arms, shrieking with delight tinged a bit with fear.
later that night over pasta she confessed
putting him up to mischief to capture
my attention . . . I wonder if she recalls.
David M Pitchford
6 Nov 2011