all the blowings and bangings and noises
like the roof is about to fly off
or the garage topple over
apparently it's just the borrowed lamp
knocking against the wall again
the rusted thing hanging on the back porch
an old tree's fruit rolling down the alley
a building through the branches I cannot see
and the world goes on fine without me
what we did today is gone
only the things we gave away
are going to come back
2011
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