(From: Beyond the Reach of Shadow)
Leaving WillowWood Cove:
Adieu
Holding hands we lingered,
watched the big rig make its move
through shadows, round the curve
toward our new dwelling,
distant from this time,
this sheltered cove, this pasture
where ten Holsteins graze
unaware of our goodbye
whispered
to all of them:
the long great blue,
beavers in their den,
mud turtles lounging on the log,
fat geese honking as they splash to flight,
leave waters rubbing at the shore
once ours.
Light running low,
we squeeze hands tight before
we release our hold
to go.
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