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On Moving

I’m thinking of a day when

You were still here.

We drank Coronas from the bottle in the fading light and

Packed boxes of plates and photographs

Sleeves rolled up and hair tied atop your head

You were a fearless goddess in a Life Is Good t-shirt

Your tireless mantra.

I’m packing now and I found

Some of those same old photographs

Box to box, city to city

Kept in their paper sleeve but never left behind