after the divorce
she moves again.
she has a system.
boxes marked.
clothes in the car.
what goes first,
what leaves last.
the post office is
notified.
the water off,
the doors locked
the floors
swept one last time.
she moves again.
the kids in the car,
the dog, the cat,
the last look back.
everyone waves,
then sinks into their
seats looking
glumly forward,
to what's next
in this merry go round
life they lead.
she no longer
tells everyone
this will be fun or
it's the last time.
because she knows it's
not.
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