zafusy

here, where we’ll argue
no one ever truly is,

rock and moss and maple leaf
foraging for the loam
they one day become.

here, where I’d stake claim
to this plot, under the ancient elm

connubial disintegration of
first the heat, and then memory
of heat, and then bones

not broken but forever breaking
down to dust milkwhite and chalk

here, streams of crenulated time
rename corrupt & purify

even the clocks we watch
that name both place & time.

Chandler Lewis

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