You stroll with me on sandaled feet

A pond above, a pool below,
And between, water flows
Down moss green cement
Then white around winter rounded stones.

You stroll with me on sandaled feet,
Your hand hooked upon my shoulder,
My hand warmed by your back pocket.
Sun and shade dapple your soft hair,
Our legs, they walk as one.

You pause upon the dam
And look across the still pond.
Two leaves float on its smooth surface,
Autumn yellow, separate and still,
Serene amongst reflected clouds and sky.
A breeze nudges them against the concrete race
And over and down the green drop they glide.

You cross the path and watch
As they toboggan upon the flow.
Briefly they touch
Then separate and reaching the pool beyond,
Again they float quiet, apart and slow.

That day now seems so long ago.

Today I searched your name
And got a scattering of hits,
References to children's summer soccer
And on a company's marketing site, your picture.
Your hair's gray, your skin no longer clear,
But in my mind you remain the same.