And filling up the watering can,
each gallon reminds me
how swamped I am
in the emotional silence
now that you're leaving.
We dance around
the pool competition
you lost.
and a fine roast dinner
you cooked.
I swallow as much as I can
in pretense.
Standing in my driveway
like a smiling plastic doll,
you put all my love for you
into reverse and head off
to the mystical East.


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