The fledglings have flown

And just like that 

I am alone

For the first time (in 33 years)

No one else

will open my door with a key on their ring.

No one will ask what’s for dinner

Or whether the dishes in the dishwasher

are clean

The dog will make demands

But even she knows she must wait

Time and space

Are mine

The nest is empty, the fledglings

have flown

I will take off my bra

Spend too long 

under a hot shower

Write a poem

And sleep like there is no tomorrow

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