The Garden

I saved it all

lumps of wax
bits of string
cool
pasty
mud
and vials of grit

every word that ever rocked over me
every thought that ever flew through me

the wind that whistled though the cracks
left me breathless
on my knees
finished

how does one take up the pieces?
can we bring us back from there?
the cracks are so wide
the building MUST fall

I saved it all

all the trash you never wanted
all those ugly bits
stop up the cracks
just a little

I hold myself dear

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