He wandered because
he could, the rest of us stayed
because we had to.
He crossed the line. We
watered the grass, deadheaded
the rhododendrons,
pruned the trees. We said
‘teach us self-liberation’
because he said to.
When he did not re-
turn, we found envelopes for
each of us, some cash,
a few trite poems.
The house is closed. We tend the
garden. Visitors
enjoy the grounds. We
smile, say ‘self-liberation’
as they turn to go.
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