Re how on this day like no other
me how the sun had
this angle and the hour passed
mb the deep silence
of not being there seeped into our bones
er set into
our faces
the clocks agreed
to go on but we were hesitant
when compassion
in some enflamed and disease set in
looking at
everyone with all our sadness uncontained
cartons and
forgotten coffee toppled in despair
how on this day
some of us turned again on each other
we who set fires
want most to be remembered
what memory does
as it gets older and starts forgetting
how on this new
day like no other
how the sun had
this angle and the hour passed
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