You walk through the empty house and
there is only dust in the corners and impressions in the rugs
where the furniture had rested a few hours before.
Where you sat at a desk against the window
and sometimes stuck, looked up to see a rafter of turkeys
wander out of the woods,
the rug shows where the legs had stood,
and there is an outline where the rollers of your chair
roamed back and forth as you stood and sat.
In the bedroom there are the rectangular outlines of your dresser;
in the living room more divets for the couch and coffee table.
All the places you sat or slept, dressed or read,
laughed with friends, drank coffee or sipped wine
have been reduced to fibric memories that will disappear
when the crew you've hired to clean the carpets comes tomorrow.
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