in the beginning
bare patches of ground the ants succeed where the grass has failed
farmhouse chimney the slant of its shadow as if you were the one leaning
world news making me more tired than I've ever been
still strangers even though we share the same suitcase
after the prairie burns there's enough smoke for more tears
ghost elm the old wounds never healed
stranded on the beach the driftwood not drifting anymore
in the beginning no one was there to record it
