one day before November By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
strangers,
we shared a bench, stories
while I watched my grandsons play
he gazed at the twirling leaves
an autumnal symphony
ascending
in one day it will be November
he proclaimed, and on “all saints day”
he had reported for induction into a congregation,
one he would never forget
I had been in the same flock
though seasons later and what my eyes
had seen had long since been tucked away
behind wedding marches, my children clawing
their way into the brave new world, and
those boys now frolicking before me
I do not know what he saw
or what things he still carried
to the battlefield of today
but he never blinked at passers by
and when the sun would break the clouded sky
he would pause mid sentence, mid breath
to ask what I could never answer
where did the flowers go,
when had the trees shed their leaves
and why was I still staring at lads in play
this day, All Hallows Eve,
and would we all be here
tomorrow?
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