This After Place
       

Here worms do not turn
into colorful butterflies, and stars
never appear at dark.

Horses do not gallop
in yellow-flower-dotted parks
children do not skip and play.

No, not a dream but daily
waking after a certain person
leaves. There are many ways

of vanishing. Some leap
off a bridge into a bay; some drive
too fast and strike a metal pole.

Some souls simply saunter out
the door after telling you they do not
and never will love you.

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Copyright © 2016 Maureen Sherbondy All rights reserved
from The Art of Departure
The Aldrich Press
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