Sunday, December 15, 2013


Thoughts and words pile in my mind,
as heavy and mute as fallen stones that form gaps
in the walls that line Newtown’s roads
and the yards where children played.

I cannot speak for those who lost,
but I can grieve.
I can grieve for those who live
and must rebuild.

In time we will restack the stones,
but they will not fit as they did before.
The imperfections will remind us
of the symmetry that has been lost.

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