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Goodbye

Goodbye

the white house

where they lived

where they carved the turkey

and hung the garland

and ate breakfast together

and cleared away dinner dishes

and slept warm in their beds

is empty now

possessions packed

in black garbage bags

stacked along the screened-in porch

where they used to sit

and watch the sun dip

Vivian with her book

and cup of tea

and Virgil with his memories

walking down the street in his beige coat

rounding the bend, making his way to the park

“I love to go there and watch the children play.

They remind me of when my kids were little.”

That’s what he used to say

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery