by Gene Novogrodsky
A U-Haul passes, and I wave;
They lamely return the wave,
Away by the second,
And far from mind and space they pass ….
A U-Haul passes, and I wave;
They’re tired, but energetically return the wave.
Away by the second,
To come to mind, to be recalled ….
A U-Haul passes, and I can not wave;
They cry, and I turn away, tears, too;
Away by the second,
They are etched, missed, imagined ….
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