it's just one of those mornings where it all seems to happen
kisses on the doorstep before those slick stairs
wet with the dew of the early summer
and walking her to her car, feels
like saying goodbye to a thousand nations
all of them mine. the cursory way she looks at me through
foggy window smiling as her
matchbox car skates away into the mist
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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