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by Diane Sher Lutovich
The daughter drops in from her college world,
not to reclaim her place
in the orbit of home
but to etch her presence,
spread energy and socks
like uncorked champagne.
It will be this way....
She roams, makes sure we know...
a shoe in one room,
purse in another,
sweaters spill into the hall--
uncontrollable.
Always.
One day she collects her art book, makeup, disappears.
But after she's leapt back to her life,
her voice bounces off walls,
shoes seem to creep out
from under the beds,
breath lingers in dust
wrapped around sun.
I love it when you are home on the weekends, Victoria Leigh!
Big smile!
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