There is a Leaving

There is a leaving
that remains behind,
shadows on the wall—aromas
in a dormant kitchen, blind
corners round which footfalls sound
like ghosts of autumn leaves.

There is an easing
that keeps you confined,
birth within the caul—a stoma
in a healthy patient, kind
eyes that drown in words that frown
and sweep aside your ease.

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