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Manual for grieving a house blowing away…

Manual for Grieving a House Blowing Away….

Save the photos.  
The dog. 
Yourself.
Leave the rest.  

Do not cry ‘
when the lights 
flicker 
and the bricks 
collapse inwards.

The house hears you.
Hear it scream 
in the ruin.  

Everything,
eventually 
goes. 

You will 
spend enough 
time writing 
poems 
about 
the stones
that remained.

The trees 
that didn’t.

The grass 
that
did.  

Name 
the lost things—
“Almost”.

Name 
the new ones—
“Again”.

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JONATHAN MOYA

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3 responses to “Manual for grieving a house blowing away…”

  1. danayoung500 Avatar
    danayoung500

    Beautifully written and expressed. Raw, and true. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

  2. Aparna Avatar
    Aparna

    Pristine ♥️

  3. Armann and Kaymann Avatar
    Armann and Kaymann

    Very nice 👍

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