scattered, sewn, forgotten

too wide
the holes in this screen that shakes us through
what did you expect from decades of stretch and snip?
we pour ourselves into piles of rubble
indistinguishable from common gravel
because we are
common gravel

under foot
what a relief
not trying to shine or levitate
no hand selected beach combed worry stone
platinum set promise stone
no corner stone with date carved deep
do they believe it will keep the day
we were constructed?

another generations passes
it will be forgotten:
the numbers
the rough cut of granite
the way your eyes turn down
and to the left every time you
speak of her grey eyed and silver hair
we are sifted, sewn


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