Take
a Closer Look
For my friend, who is surveying the rubble
Take a closer look:
Over nine years past
How they tumble into sticks
The forms we cast
Most of the structure:
Fallen away, fascinating
Still, you say, a stout
Monsoon course
The rubble: You’d pick
Its dusty bones and names
But shards and boards
Run shallow to the sea
Relations aside: Hum
Ming in and out of tune
Eating Chinese for a year
In Guangzhou
That voicemail Voice: You
Selected over your own
In the middle of your connection
You have reached a number
Of course: You stay
With café tables until close
Until she is asleep and served
By documents
Buddhism: Surprise
Ingly has courted disarray
As some would flirt with helplessness
Eyewitness to a perfect mess
But you: are standing in
The tidy ruins of your time
Listening to air pour into
And out of, cracks
Take a closer look:
Over nine years past
How they tumble into sticks
The forms we cast
