the graveyard

        suspend the flowers you sent,

spontaneously suture the wound
               [that’s all too familiar
                     to you]

    hats off

we gather together
      as brilliant shards in
    these underwater mosaics
         this music we make
    devastating every composer we know

            & can’t you hear me knocking
     aren’t I part of your foundation
           the missing piece stolen
     and retrieved resold
                 by its thief

                          time winked gasoline
              on our straw house
      unaware there was brick underneath



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