It was innocence that brought them to the river,
its current invisible through the leaves.
Gently, at first,
they called each other husband, wife,
each name a small country
whose currency they didn't own.
He yearned for husbandry,
the keeping of trees.
She coaxed peas, melons, cabbages
near the swiftly moving river.
No matter they owned nothing;
verdant, so dense and still the grass.
