What is Leaving?

.
gust
air once here leaves
to fill a vacuum there

dusk
the sun no more
is behind mañana’s door

I can’t recall my last glimpse of you
you went
imagination is your wake

and here’s Go again blazing her trail of tears
while Gone is close behind
sweeping footprints with a green pine bough
from Going’s dust as I pine now
.

by Jim Culleny
9/12/13

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