Thursday, February 1, 2007



Fragile
I know these leaves
are not fragile,
but I'm alone
as I brush past them:
garbage in hand,
clear sky above
sharp with dawn.
the house is empty--
no socks on the floor,
no strands of hair in the tub,
just a few shreds
of cardboard form packing
and the fragile, faint
petal-soft
scent of your missing soap.

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