Behind the trees the red road <br />leading to the end of summer <br /> <br />we wandered by the rhododendron <br />its purple flowers attracting your attention <br /> <br />I watched you swat a fly <br />something I thought you would never do <br /> <br />and now you turn again <br />in this perfect afternoon <br /> <br />your swivelled head <br />wanting me dead for no reason<br /><br />Mal Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gypsy-s-warning/
