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of sand crumbling as you read them

sifting

sifting through your fingers the words

sifting through your

through your eyes

the web of dust in the toolshed at the bottom of the

property where the solitary one

sat long ago in a back corner against the rotting

joists

staring into the shadows of the rafters

the smell of rot piercing sweet

like the gull decaying on the levee rampant

flaring into the earth

smelling of the earth your mother

whom you have never known