You Saw me There

The flashing light was caused
by a ceiling fan.

A strobe. The blink of an eye.  Every washing
machine is on mute if you’re not listening.

“Twelve months of leap frog.”

Everyone singing the parlor
song of

The material witness
had gone home for Christmas.

But you saw me there.
Shaking my smile to every open hand.

You saw me opening boxes with yellow
ribbons (the large kind) all ripe and foil like.

The meeting place had always been
down by the town. And still, you saw me


peeling my boots off at the door.

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