Gary Hawkins: Happy Days

We had completed all the usual deportment
Conducted breakfast over silence and glances
Shared our bed and kissed with out-turned faces
Packed your clothes in the trunk without argument

Now the wind picks up chasing birds across the lake
We hurry the last boxes inside your new place
We wait on a small porch as rain craters the dirt
Love buries me to the neck in its earth

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