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A Poem: Leaving Jackson Road 

I leave my family of 10

I take being the oldest

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the dinner table with 40 place settings

I take the smell of Sunday pasta sauce

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the family room without enough seating.

I take the feeling of human closeness

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the bedroom that I shared.

I take with me the secrets of my sisters

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the isolation of the location.

I take with me the wide-open spaces

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the barn with the hole in the roof

I take with me the smell of fresh-baled hay

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave the bathroom confusion getting ready in the morning

I take with me my ability to think in a crisis

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

I leave taking care of someone else's child.

I take with me my compassion.

I LEAVE THE FAUCETS OPEN DRIPPING

CONTAMINATED WATER

I TAKE CANCER FROM DRIPPING FAUCETS

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  • A poem by Teresa Levitch.

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