The last thing out
of the old storage unit
was the red rocking chair
and with that goes the final
physical tie to
this place on a map
where people used to find me
on some soft wind
maybe you can hear
me singing to my children
as we rocked
drowsy head on my shoulder
breath evening out
eyes slowly closing
“So goodnight you moonlight ladies…”
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