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.
Deirdre Carney enjoys her retirement living, reading and writing in a station house on the Far North Line in the Highlands of Scotland. She is currently writing a collection of poems inspired by memories of people who are no longer in her life.
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