CAN YOU HEAR THE CRIES
of families
caught
in the middle
of their own
city
while it burns
still beautiful,
he says
as memories float
over rubble
and in-between
ash
and while
digging
through
they uncover
a child's
teddy bear
now missing
one
eye
then framed
photos
splintered
into
fragments
of glass
their favorite
books
charred
with half
the words
left
dangling
from their
pages
and ghosts
of close
friends
who once gardened
with them
on blue
skied
sunny
days
and held
them
lingering
in what feels
like another
life
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