Your
hasty flight
to greener vistas
departed with a roar
and dull drivel of
a fake farewell
fleeting and
false…
While the
grief you left
behind – dumped
in a crowd, tense, earth-
bound, fighting for a
spot in the parking
lot – elbowed
its way into
my car…
Tatul Sonentz
Sept. 9, 1999
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