#4
Dust swims in afternoon light
the car behind me idles
and I worry a loose thread
from my sweater
try to imagine
what forgiveness
might look like
something small perhaps
a spoon
the wheeled clay
of a cup
maybe
some arrant force
of nature
earthquake or fire
burning everything
down to the ground
back to the ashes
that started
this whole thing.
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