she left signs, less than clear
potions, perfumes
assorted spells
decoys
to draw him home
their daughter
peering through a windshield
wonders whether
her father
is lost at sea
or tending
some vacant room
drawn by warmth
and safety
from the squall
she believes
him not alone
across the street
the vacancy sign
reflects no
from her eyes
she turns the key
and shifts to forward
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