Monday, April 20, 2009


She left by the back door-
no one heard her go,
no squeak from the hinge, that tattle tale,
to name her exit route.
No one pled, scolded or called out
no one bade her go with scorn,
darkness tucked her under wing
then suddenly it was morning.

She had unloosed herself,
by degrees pried her lonely fingers
open. She half expected,
to feel inside that slipping grip,
the flutter of meaningful things
escaping, but only she stirred
down to ashes the embers while
her family cozied to disaster.

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