wish

the thames muddled through, as it does, every day, as it's done, every day for a million years.
the pier slightly newer, the pebbles rounder through time.
there was a footprint on the shore. and another. two paths that didn't cross. politely keeping their distance.
the pier watched it all from above. it's seen it all before. nevermind, it thinks, the tide will come and wash the steps away.