we walk the
beach
sand
catching in our toes
breath
catching in our throats
wind in our
hair
the dog
rolls in day old coconut milk
spilling stench onto your hands
she runs
prances tries to entice her
friend onto
the beach to play
the garden
is walked and rewalked
dog
washed and rewashed
office
cleared and cleared again
dusted wiped
swept
I cut
flowers broken
in the wind
you arrange the first
five I
finish with the next armload
these are the rituals of parting
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