1st 2 poems of a series...
grief (knot #58)
Inventories of loss
Hierarchies of sadness
The same damn room
With no windows
No doors
No memory
Stacks of ledgers
Silverfished pages
Boxes of images
An old flag after the storm
Are you in?
Did you make it in?
Well, I tried
collapse (knot #46)
Winter brings enough
Space to witness
Winter brings enough
Substance to perish
This room loses light
Faster than its neighbors
The crunch of leaves
New shatterings
Scattered puffs
In the long beams
The dance starts soon
Hurry along
Before they lock the doors
soapyair 