She sits on “their rock.”
The lake and her flowing chestnut hair
– childhood backdrops
and those of the proposal, here,
six months ago.
Elbows rest on knees; right palm
cradles chin. The other, bare,
drapes casually across her lap
– maturity’s model.
Shadows veil delicate features,
rendering eyes unreadable.
The midday sun catches a spark
in the abyss
like the diamond ring slowly sinking
to the lake’s bottom.