fried balls of seasoned chopped liver

Like This Together
Adrienne Rich

1
Wind rocks the car.
We sit parked by the river,
silence between our teeth.
Birds scatter across islands
of broken ice. Another time
I'd have said "Canada geese"
knowing you love them.
A year, ten years from now
I'll remember this-
this sitting like drugged birds
in a glass case-
not why, only that we
were here like this together.

3
We have, as they say,
certain things in common
I mean: a view
over slate to pigeons
huddled every morning; the way
water tastes from our tap,
which you marvel at, letting
it splash into the glass.
Because of you I notice
the taste of water,
a luxury I might
otherwise have missed.