A Memory

 

 

We were chatting

and suddenly stopped short.

A lovely girl stepped onto the terrace,

so lovely,

too lovely

for us to enjoy our trip.

 

Basia shot her husband a stricken look.

Krystyna took Zbyszek’s hand

reflexively.

I thought: I’ll call you,

tell you, don’t come just yet,

they’re predicting rain for days.

 

Only Agnieszka, a widow,

met the lovely girl with a smile.