Saturday, January 08, 2011

After The Holidays

Our last child leaves
the house before dawn

in a flurry of lake effect
snow. Safe travels!

We make the motions
to become our other

selves again. In the
still dark we make

love, as a necessity,
without foreplay, and

then, while you doze,
I search the house for

every last abandoned
cup, for every stray shoe.

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