DIMINUENDO November November pulls me down Like a diminuendo in music gradually dying away Darkness falls too early and the chill creeps in Before dusk before we learn the truth about my brother this day plays out like any ordinary day a symphony of sameness Just the way I like it At 2 46 in the afternoon I duck out the main doors of Margaret Murie Middle School frowning as I avoid the straggly line of kids waiting for buses Glad I’m not in that line today Emma waves Bye Maddie I wave back with a grin 1
