Is it normal
For the sky to be pale orange,
And the wind to blow
So roughly
As to shake my car?

All I knew was I was meeting my sister,
The whole day had been strange
People from my past
Were popping up like it was three years ago.

And I recall this scent
That I couldn't help but smell and smell,
Like perhaps there were flowers
In everyone's pockets.

I had been telling a story
That I never finished;
I forgot who I was talking to.
I forgot that I had gotten a traffic ticket,
And it was the day everyone was supposed
To set their clocks back.
My sister was waiting,
And it was so windy that
Everyone was swaying
Like trees,
That was when we saw each other.