The sound of a woman's cane
beneath a closet full of white rose bushes,
a three-legged mouse
trying to charm a beetle,
an apple on the curb
with one large bite missing,
trash,
reminds me
we never met for lunch
before I left.
That postcard of the bear
holding a Goodbye sign
in his teeth.
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