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Sunday, June 6, 2010

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Why do you stay away?
Of course I asked you to leave,
But it was hours ago.

Now evening comes on
And the food I made
This afternoon, so earnestly

Has gone cold. Outdoors
The sun sets, the wind blows
And exaggerates loneliness,

Just as singing birds
And sherbet mornings
Do when you've gone.

These days it's not always
The woman who is left -
Tomorrow I'll leave you -

But how will I go
In good conscience, preparing
This over again for you?

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