It must be the ribbon

Why do I feel as though I am always running away from something?

Could it be the spring sun summoning up remembrance?
Or the little girl with ribbons in her hair
The milkman at dawn
It must be the sound of these train tracks
The sweet solitude in the greenhouse or the sunlight glistening from the edge of the pond . . .

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