buckles before laces
and later, narrow fitting shoes for the girls
efforts unavailed
such continuation
heaps down
momentum of dull force
accumulates
no dissatisfactory metaphor
our lives
the abandoned textile mill
will they knock it down or convert it into flats?
or will it be neither
tossed in some fearful
encompassing graves
rubble
vast derelict oceans
devoid of fish
the seaweed that
stretched from sandy floor
to sparkling seaward
so tall
tallest of the ocean trees
fronds branching
fluidic
unseen
so dense with life
a forest
to my understanding
cannot imagine you dead
cannot imagine you dead