we had almost
forgotten how to smile . . .
a loveliness
of ladybugs spills down
the rotten fencepost
lamentations
I gently strum
a lark's bleached ribcage . . .
how long
have you lain here
with your mossy heart
we never
expect grief to come
calling . . .
will no one answer
the phone of the wind*
*An unconnected phone booth in Japan helps people cope with the loss of loved ones.
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