by Susan Marie Swanson
Trouble, fly
out of our house.
We left the window
open for you.
Fly like smoke from a chimney.
Fly like the whistle from a train.
Fly far, far
away from my family,
mumbling in their sleep.
Trouble, fly.
Let our night
be a night of peace.
from This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort
selected by Georgia Heard
Candlewick Press, 2002
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