giving way

 

 

 

 

 

“How long before the eaves gave way
to the sky, or the bathroom floor
was jack-hammered to bone,
while the trees outside were left
to redirect the wind?

How quickly the den must have become more kitchen
and bedrooms lost their privacy. I see the books
we’d packed up and moved years ago
under a pile of fresh rubble, still sending off dust—

titles stunned to a babble
in gold leaf.”

~ Kristen Henderson

 

 

 

 

 

 

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