Goodbye, Means: Airport

into the eyes
of a different person
forgetting two people
retrieved from the well
were once one person
or all persons

hearing the words
you want to hear
feeling sacred and timeless
wanting a farmhouse
or learning to let go
because this peace
is a word
that describes
exactly what you built

thirteen hundred miles
between a place to be
and a good answer
starting with what is known
and leading back
to all that is not
because the well is deep
and the sediment stirred

your journey seeming to start
at a point when others might end
that brush fire
surrounding the farmhouse
a small ring of mud
a moat of what we are not together
protecting something strange

but what we are
is eggs and plants and dirt and chicks
and not meat
and not egg salad
and not bone meal
but not that hot
for a fire
and not that well constructed
for a farmhouse
--
5.10.10

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