…
West slanted gold tinted light
white and black smudged clouds
scud in from the North along far off hilltops
bringing the grey gathered curtain of rain
…
that sweeps through the trees
on the path in the valley where I walk
thinking of you again
and this thing that invades
…
your brain and your life
without warning from time to time
I listened for several hours
as you spoke of your fears
…
the terror with which you view
the risk that it might return
you now believe it’s as inevitable
as the rain on this Autumn day.
…
Distant dim voices
the sound of laughter
the smell of burnt fat drifts
across the river from the Trattoria
…
I watch leaves fall
hastening the end of another year.
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©robcullen19102021
