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Feb 2021
When I am gone, the cat settles in
by the door, among the shoes,
guaranteed to see me first
when I've returned.

When you are away too long,
(& you have been away so long)
I dig in among all our words,
waiting for the sound of keys.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
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