November

Forgetting where I am

or rather not remembering

where I had come from

Kody and me strolling along

the green velvet bordered walkway

The sun shining warmly

forgetting where I am

or rather not remembering 

where I had come from

strolling along on this

day late in November

strolling along on this

seventy-eight degree day

to the south-west

the hazy blue

Santa Monica Mountains

seen above red tiled roofs

Off leash

bounding up an embankment

after a squirrel then

front paws stretched upward onto the bark

barking

inviting the squirrel to play with him

“Ain’t gonna work!”

I yell to Kody

“That Squirrel’s not coming down to play with you.”

On we go

my bounding

squirrel chasing friend and me

Forgetting the howling

sub-zero winds of Chicago

and the stinging

blowing sleet

and the mounting, mounding snow

forgetting that on this

Southern California

late November day

elsewhere there are sub-zero winds

and stinging, blowing sleet

along with mounting, mounding snow

Forgetting where I had come from

but so…

so glad to no longer be there!

©November 24/2012 Mark M Lichterman