We lost everything in the fire...
the blanket your mother made,
our wedding pictures...
things that proved we had a history.
Out on the lawn,
we held each other and gazed
at the process of loss.
My eyes flickered thru the flames
and focused on a single point-
a metal lamp- standing stiff and alone
as the hot color licked up around it.
At dawn, we walked thru the skeleton
of our house
and cried and cried,
as our life lifted in the wind
like moth's wings.
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