The streets are littered
with strange debris:
clothes, furniture,
the remnants of a wall,
the most intimate
of possessions
and the most
mundane of fixtures,
side by side.
The grief of loss
and the gratitude
for life
move together
over the receding
waters,
as hands sift
through what
is left.
Wrung, dried out,
and weary,
love joins hope,
emerging from
the bottom
of the muddy
river.
(Sept. 27, 2009)
I'd like to acknowledge the source of the photo here. The photo was inspired by another poem about tragedy, Sylvia Plath's "Aftermath." The poem is included in the flickr post.
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