11.
Keys lost [—-] ago–
edges fray, you mend
summer of building—
how it all comes
a — part
that parting finality
it echoed silent
cold——-
Nothing in the right place
walls patterned wildly
she—-once blonde
It—all—lost—here
we pack essence,
this entering
12.
I will draw the case around
take you to meet mother—
father nodding approval
Your name resonnates blankness
a blank look forward
hand cups neck
the fragile bones
blink—-stutter—-sigh
ssssssssoooooo heerre weee aarre
stain of pine
foot print pressed
no songs tonight—
nothing to take along—
Sanctuary Healing Gardens 