Found in a pile...
The Bone Box
She took a token
of herself from the area
began thumbing through
some of the pages
There is nonsense
in the eyes of the dead
ad the beautiful problems
of the living never go away.
Phones, crickets, these
special papers and flames
eyes nose mouth teeth
ears cheeks hair
babies. Our babies
when we teach our babies
about this
in our bone box
we find flames and babies.
The names we learned
when our name was only
Adam, only Eve.
My favorite memory
is in this bone box
with the cats and dogs
on the stairs
when I first heard
widow maker
near the hospital windows
plucking the berries
out of the pyracanthus
tree to place in a pocket
for later study
when every part
in the assembly
pointed up or had been
counted but still,
there was no goodbye.
...no clue at all what this is about.
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