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THE LAST DAY OF NOVEMBER


It's the last day of November:
it will go unnoticed
as the lights are lit.
And no one in particular
will know the significance of it.

Only a memory from an old Mill House
and a lavender stick,
and the sun in the window
bring me back to it.

Driving home,
with the afternoon behind us,
we listen to Famous Blue Raincoat;
somewhere, in a poetry book, lies a broken heart,
and a goodbye note...


Jarvo 2019