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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