An Old Crush Ends

Crows chase a fleeing hawk across the sky.
Summer slows, dry leaves dot the lawn.
You said, Hello again.  I chose Good-bye.
A nearby doe has borne two spotted fawns.

Bread rises on the shelf, yeasty loaves.
You dropped me many years, a thrown stone.
You sail across wide seas.  I prefer coves.
You still see an orange dress I never owned.

The lines we used to say I can’t repeat today.
I won’t rewind the film, I’ve seen the show.
Fiddles in my heart begin to play.
It’s new for me, the power to say no.

Margaret Robinson

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