windy scenes of the aftermath, gripping huddle of the survivors
and hollow sounds of excavating misfortuneÂ
here in the scattering the claims lay heavy
weighted by time and the erosive distance from event
the pieces lay bare
glimmering under the bright sky, held by the cold ground
they congeal as i look over them—hoping they hold
in the resemblance of memory, bursting in light
a scene so subtle and yet new
