Archive for September 21, 2011

Siren

Maybe it means nothing,
but the moment I see you,
coming into the street,
turning the corner
and popping back into my life,
the siren starts,
like it does every first Monday
of the month at noon,
for no other reason
than making sure it works.

In its hauling noise
you approach,
still far away,
and there are a few side streets
that you might decide to take
and leave again,
but you keep approaching me,
getting taller,
more and more you,
alarmingly more you.

I can see your face now,
the siren reaches its climax,
you walk faster,
start running
and running and finally
you embrace
her. Not me.

The siren slows down
and I shut the door.
Maybe it meant nothing.

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