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The front door August 12, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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I don’t hear the front door open with a “hello, I’m home”

since the kids went to college and on with their lives

I don’t get asked lots of different questions anymore

or have need to shuttle one or the other to doctors or

school affairs or girlfriend’s houses and the rest

I listen for the door sometimes and I even venture

to it from time to time anticipating but knowing

it will be silent, it is not going to open that way

anymore, that time has past.

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