by Ethel Mortenson Davis
They packed
the odds and ends
of the house in the car—
along with the plants and dog.
She wanted to leave
at noon, but he wanted
more time to say goodbye
to his friends.
They left at 6.00 P.M.
No one was there
to say goodbye
after twenty-five years.
They pulled out onto the Interstate
towards Duluth- a six hour drive.
They waved goodbye
and also said some
“Good Riddances”
to “Their Town.”
A semi was following
behind them
and pulled up alongside.
He rolled down his window
and hollered goodbye—
Then waved again.
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