tomorrow will come . as yesterday did, at night . renamed as today
a community . rises wherever a stone . is placed on a pile
to be remembered . by action if not by name . step in wet cement
waiting for the snow . the shovel stands patiently . with nothing to do
imagine the sounds . being played in the silence . that goes unnoticed
in remembering . a time and place, it’s easy . to forget the noise
crazy ideas . always contain elements . of the possible
trusting in strangers . we allow ourselves to be . suspended mid-air
a simple answer . may be the most difficult . answer to accept
the search for answers . is waiting for the streetlight . after the sunrise
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