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Reconstructing Collective Memory
ОглавлениеI can’t speak for others
but my own rough scraps
of collective memory,
my handful of details, drop away
steadily in the dusk.
The memories I keep are soiled
by the worry
of my hands. I hope
for better from you,
but I suspect you are –
like me – inattentive.
Thus, the big questions
cannot be answered alone.
I show you my ideas.
You can show me yours.
We can hope we still hold enough
between us to figure out
who we are. What this all means.
Or to figure out
what pieces have slipped away.
Still, these I set between us
on the table of common interest
like so many pebbles,
as my witness,
polished now and dark.