Days scud by like clouds;
that generous wind
blows forever.
But it blew into a corner
where our days collected,
not clouds but leaves.
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One bullet
and your universe went black.
One piece of metal,
the opposite to a key.
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Heart:
empty hangar
but for a step-ladder
and a bucket of oil.
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Father’s Day:
her voice came into my head:
“Daddy’s Day”, she said.
I went to see if she was in her room;
it was 6am.
Can it really be so long ago?
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After all, a house is just a box
without a human to rattle.
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Your face: smoke.
Or was I holding it in smoke fingers?
Love crashed then receded.
Remember your face?
It might have been a heat haze in January.
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