Never Look Back.
The hamlet was quiet, dogs asleep,
on this rainy afternoon’s spring day
when I said adieu.
Ten years I dad spent here, good
sad and lonely days, whitewashed
walls and green weed in sunlight
An abundance of flowers in pain
pots and rusty buckets by doorways
their beauty…a sad heartache.
I lingered, so did the day, hoped
someone would come out and say
no one did, the silence dripped.
I drove through the dreamy vale’s
Scented air and reached the coast
as night fell. The sea was calm.