The faults I find in our shaky grammar
and the dust I’ve wiped from a broken desk.
The real that I can’t live without.
Water pouring, helicopters dive
into thickets of eager trees.
A recklessness everyone speaks of.
And Isabelle is leaving
as we calculate the fleeing possibilities
of a two week vacation
We’ll buy her a Swarovski swan.
Pitching in more dollars.
Wrapping goodbyes in premium bubble wrap.