Eyes, as I read this,
stay on one line at a time
and remember her look
as she said goodbye:
Like that of a porcupine
surveying a field in which
it once built its home
but that’s now being paved.
Eyes, as I read this,
please don’t well with tears,
but remember that you
two spent literally years
trying to sort things out
and apparently failed,
like porcupines trying to hug
and at last giving up.
Eyes, don’t erupt
the way porcupines do
when they’ve eaten dynamite
they’ve mistaken for meat.
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