You are only moments gone.
We hear the sound of drifting engine as
you begin your journey back
to the other life you live so
far away from home.
“And that’s just as it should be,” I explain.
Perplexed, the big yellow dog
moves to the window to gaze after you
“How are we to bear such sentimental hearts?” I ask her.In answer, she turns away.
Wrapping ornaments
in tissue and newsprint,
I see drops
hit holiday ads
and delicate glass.
I close the last box softly
and write across the top
FRAGILE
hoping all will hold
safe
for another year.
