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POEM: another farewell

another farewell

after 37 moves you’d think
I’d be an expert at saying goodbye
but every farewell is bittersweet
with each handshake or hug
I leave a little piece of me
in the care of a friend
after 37 moves, I worry
there isn’t much left
but with each handshake or hug
my friends give me a piece
of themselves to take with me

30 August 2013
my last night in
Auburn, AL

Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry


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