06 Dec / Saturday Farmers
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
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.