Originally posted June 10, 2015. Revised, 9/30/2015.
More than boards and nails
will be needed
when the ashes cool
and it’s time to start over.
I must not relent
from my dutiful masonry,
the bricking of word
upon word.
When we’re all weary
from the work of rebuilding,
people will call for something
preserved from the past
to freshen the present
and speed the future,
to remind us all
of fragrances
that preceded
smoke and ruin:
scents
of roses,
clean earth,
unpoisoned rain,
infant hair,
a lover’s neck;
flavors
of what we had once,
what we’re again
building toward —
the stuff of poetry.

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