summer sun strained
through a colander of green leaves
to where we stood, -
clear out in the middle of the street -
next to the subaru for your final trip east
not much talk, a shuffled hug
cicadas abuzz
i still couldn't make much sense of us
as you drove away, a swarm of question marks trailed your car
and moments later one hit me in the knee
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