Darlene Left Her DNA All Over My Dreams

Even the tiny closets are empty.
I looked for a secret door
but there was none.
She had left with almost everything
neglecting only a few paper tissues
still wet on the bedroom floor.
I suspect our friendly car mechanic.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do
reasonably I am not so sure.
I took a bus to his garage.
My theory was confirmed.
His replacement tech held forth &
with a small amount of encouragement
he squealed. Another advocate for the
the almost continuous sunshine
of South Florida, not quite consoling
enough for us from the brutal north.

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