November (Photo credit: Cape Cod Cyclist)[/caption]I was walking behind you
on the footpath
by the river
and I stopped for a moment because
I could see some wrens inside a shrub.
When I looked up
I saw you were
quite far away and walking fast
as if you were already leaving me
and going on to
the next phase.
The sun shone on the playing field,
It was obscenely green for November,
as if to deny the end of the year
is getting nearer.
I left the wrens fluttering
inside the shrub
and hurried after you
as the swans eyed their five cygnets
and a few drops of rain
ran down my cheek
as if I were weeping
in the sunshine.
You looked smaller,
more determined,
as if anxious
to be off....
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