Intermission

Intermission

She walks through
Her front door, for the last time
He rearranges the
Living room furniture

A bus pass smooth
In her hand, tightly gripped
The sun on the skin of a
Body unattached

Evening twilight seeps
In through window panes
Quiet, still, full of empty
A bitter sweetness in the air

Red Barn Beach

Intermission Ends

She looked at the sea
Forbidding, grey, dangerous
Longing to be tread upon
Plunged into
Soared over

Wild freedom in salty air
Like the smoke of
Tangled hair

Author’s note:
The sadness and freedom of a no fault divorce.

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