by John Di Leonardo
Ontario, Canada

The thump of her backpack
by the entrance has ceased.

Dust grows on baseboards
of her empty room.

Leaves pile against windows
and empty nests are revealed.

Longing for her
lovely tantrums with mom.

These slow fall days
this scent of coming winter.

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