Goodbye
They’re on the move.
Suitcase packed,
passport rechecked,
horizon waiting,
smiling a lopsided goodbye.
Hugs in a crowded doorway,
promises to write,
taxis waved at,
then gone.
...
But be back soon.
As if a river
can be visited twice.
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