Incandescent

A poem on what was lost and found

The basement lay craterous
yawning embers exhuming
the stew of memorabilia
fluid like memory itself.

What of the pastures, the peach pits,
the seedlings of incinerated grapes?

The steel chassis moulted shells
of molten aluminum streaks
frozen solid on the arid lot
illuminating stains unseen.

What of the joyrides of the blind,
the cruising calm by the lakeside?

Strange how keepsakes remain
lingering in recollection alone
long observing the razed
remembered in absence.

Art by Jennifer Walton