There was this new word,
divorce.
It meant that my mother
had sent my father
away.

I figured that he
wasn’t a part of the
family
anymore, so we
wouldn’t see him
again.

But he came
to take us,
for a time,
to the place
where he was living
now.

It wasn’t anything like
a home.
A friend of his had
told him that he could
stay
in a trailer house
out on some land
he owned.

The land had rolling
hills and
tall trees and
I think a pond too.
But
it was all
brown and dry,
like everything
that summer.