“to say suffering is not for nothing”
by Jennifer K Dick
That there is no death this morning
Rain
Lime-skin thin in the stark citrus air
Packages
Removed from pavement: what’s left?
Tossed
Dolls, sieves, towels, a scent of lingering
Ash
Transported along a vertical green line
Tides
Cast in then away, tropical music, fuchsia
Light
That lasts and lasts after the fall
Keening
A body, a keyhole, the whispering of his
Next
Door silence through the roar
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