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Front Porch
by t wagner 



I'll be back in a week,
she is reassuring me 

Sapphire eyes half open, half awake.

I'll leave you a note, ok? 

She is tracing my face, 

from ear to unshaven chin.

When I drive by two nights from now

her house will be mostly dark, 

but for a single light and

the paper she will have taped to the front door.

I won't need to read it. 

It will be enough that it is there at all.






 

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