The Figure, a poem by Deirdre Carney at Spillwords.com

The Figure

The Figure

written by: Deirdre Carney

 

I cannot tell
If the figure ahead
On the long straight road
Is approaching or receding.

I walk on,
Turning up the hill,
Scanning for the red squirrel
Seen only once.

The brown dog
Capering beside me
Sniffs unknown worlds
While I see nothing.

At home you look up
With a small smile.
I cannot tell
If you are approaching or receding.

On with life.

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