zafusy

You will be surprised to learn
that I went back.
I would like to say it was in the hope
of seeing parts of us there, collected
among the turbine viscera and split cable
footnotes of some vague agrarian fantasy.

But in the dim, iron light of a slow
and imprecise memory, I found only
a material density folded into the trace,
opaque and irreducible, to be sure,
an enterprise of love, and for me,
an uncertain similitude of grace.
Love, to be sure.

Scott Wilkerson

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