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A “Letting Go Poem”

November 22, 2012

[Day 20 of the Poem-A-Day compulsion/obsession/marketing-ploy, whatever]

Writing a poem, this poem, any poem
is like when your lover walks out the door
saying “I’m done with you, it’s over”
You’ve loved her, she’s done
her work, Love, is all used up.

We discovered all there is to know:
my past, your secrets, our imagined
futures, like cars on the highway
Canada geese in the sky, like AT&T
versus Verizon, plans that don’t meet.

We have to walk on, not settle in to
the same fish each Friday, the Sunday
morning fuck, the bacon omelette —
it’s a poem, it’s in the toilet, ready
to flush, “Look Ma, look what I’ve done.”


From → Poems, Prompts

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