a grey shadow
spirited out of dusk
the figure of a woman
unfamiliar to me

I waved to no avail
she stood
neither coming nor going
unresponsive to my gesture

I returned to my work
cutting back two years growth
the hedge barely recognisable
edges blurred

I looked again
was she coming or going?
the sad shape of her
still, there

light decaying
as memory fades
I turned a third time
she'd disappeared


CLP 05/01/2023