H left violins in the living room for me. His kitchen gleams. Semptember bees, brilliant sun, a walk home last night with a friend after drinks, after take out dinner and penguins at a friend's house, after coffee with friends in the late afternoon, after all day conferences with poetry students. A friend in my house on the couch watching television, smoking. Yesterday I would have made a list of all I brought to closure--still, I might--but today I wake late, I fold and hang, I make new space. It is different this year. Sudden. I'm surrounded. I live here among others.
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