Sorrow

Sorrow lay over the land for days.
Then dandelions pushed themselves
through the remaining straw, a wind rose,
bent the oaks forward over our footsteps,
and we leaned unknowingly
into the direction of the trees
with our vehicles and vessels of thought.

We threw out the odors that repelled us.
Those whom we loved we let go to wander
the streets until angels swept them up.

We couldn't imagine any more than this,
couldn't think of anything to trade names over.
It was done, finished. We looked into
no more drawers, saw no more open windows.
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