Monday, May 12, 2008

Goodbye


room 115 is empty and no nameplate
hugs the stall where shavings rest
unstirred for once
and the trail through thayer woods may
be green, but the pine-needles
laugh alone
and george hill's pavement might still be
black but no creaking bike buzzes it
with blowing hair
i guess nothing can ever quite replace
roots so recently upset, and those
holes will yet be visited by ants
for a good many years

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