Red lights at the end of the dock,
The current racing past.
Summer’s over,
The birds are packing up
And flying home.
And us?
Nothing remains but empty tables and chairs
On the terrace outside the hotel dining room
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And our love.
The sound of waiters clearing the tables
Where we had breakfast this morning
Overlooking the lake is all that we have
To remember it by.
Rosalind Resnick
Oct. 21, 2019
