this feels like the divorce
i was spared
my parents too exhausted
…….by life
…………to split
i should pack up my words now
to save something
of who i’ve been
but i am paralyzed
…….consumed
wondering what i did or didn’t do
to cause this
deletion, this ending
thinking that if only i write
……..the perfect poem
they’ll start loving each other again
& i can go out to play
…….without all the crying
~~~
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Recently relocated from the rural crossroads of Orchid, Virginia, Rob now lives near the small village of Madison, Ohio, just a stone’s throw from Lake Erie. After a career as an environmental planner, he and his partner are converting an old horse farm into an environmentally friendly flower farm with poetically inspired gardens and woodlands, where he hopes to discover an organic flow of artists, writers, friends, and musicians one day soon.
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