In autumn. The wind whipping <br />Dead leaves down a grey street. <br />Wondering if you could just walk <br />Backwards. Could this be undone. <br />If everyone would just move in reverse. <br /> <br />They would seem to be dancing. <br /> <br />Back to work. Back across the street. <br />Taking off coats and opening briefcases <br />Back to bed. Back to the mirror this morning. <br />Drawing the blinds and closing the door. <br />Back to the beginning, Back to the warmth. <br />If we could dance backwards. <br />Nothing would stay buried.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverse-just-like-the-movies/
