where the lines converge . information is gathered . not to be ignored
something abandoned . tells a story of values . and indifference
examined closely . any arrangement can feel . uncomfortable
come, sit for a while . watch the time pass together . we don’t have to talk
as the speed of time . increases, stopping to breathe . is mandatory
we tend our gardens . crowded with the memories . of complete strangers
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
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