by Marilyn Nelson
Open-mouthed, we survey and appraise what is left.
The crushed stove. Our mattress. Part of a wall.
Intact, the table around which we laughed
so recently, glasses of tea aloft.
What can we do, but surrender to a higher will?
Poem copyright 2018 by Marilyn Nelson. All rights reserved.
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