It Was the Year
It was the year of the dark yellow moon
When the cold winds came
And the oceans turned green
Before running out from shore
It was the dawdling year
A year sadness fell from our eyes
Like an eruption of hammering storms
The type we kept in the gardens
Just around the block
By the Stop and Shop
It was the year the dog died
The year we placed him on a board
And all the children wore black
Carrying him home
Like a soldier returning from war
It was the year you packed my lunch
Sending me off to work
Wearing your “I’ve got a secret” smile
And that new dress you bought on Monday
That flowed about you like a cloud
It was the year I came home
Only to find you had gone
Leaving nothing but the rains
And a note that said
It was almost a very good year
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