Array
of Loss
All the new thinking is about loss
thoughts.
We lost human connection silver strings,
Broken, replaced, shattered by zeros and
Ones. Otters still hold hands to not
drift to
Slumber or wash away with the tides
drift.
The clam shells cover the beach from
shoreline
To shoreline. Otters have eaten them all
And only left their cover evidence.
Once so cute and cuddly to attack
Animals of helpless no hand creatures.
These small clams leave colonies holes
in
The sand. It is the trails left behind
now.
Holes form in new thoughts, a sponge can
still work
Though. Even after hours of use and
Scrubbing of pots and pans day after
day.
So why can’t new thoughts last as long
as that?
A sponge can hold water though consumed
with
Holes from corner to corner and both sides.
“I hate cleaning dishes” is what my
youth
Sister used to say. She complained ALL
time.
It was like the Never Ending Story
Followed by the Never Ending Story
Two and Three, and sometimes Four
depending.
That story did end though and so did
My sister. She was Ten and full of life.
If I forget and move on during life
She did not move on, she cannot ever
Again. New thoughts means Sarah is
forgot.
Not in our minds or daily actions she
Is out of sight, out of mind with
picture.
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