Leaves fell on us like snowflakes and we paid no mind. Our attention was drawn elsewhere - to a woman in orange and pink striped tights, and the baby fast asleep in its bassinet A banjo and accordion fought for our undivided love or was it lust? We couldn't be sure. Then he appeared His sweater reminding me of Fall of crisp nights held in your arms. My red peacoat braised your chin and I smiled a knowing smile At the one who was not you, who was not us A tall, dark stranger on his way by. -Heather Strang
Posted: December 6th, 2010 under Uncategorized.