Day 37

But when it was 
over I stood on this 
island of ash and spent lives. 
When I started walking, I heard
myself breathing. Black sand. New 
to me. A pack of M&M’s. Pairs of socks,
just sent over. A picture of my wife.

The corner of my eye caught a flicker. 
What’s that? The light. Just so on the water. 
Little glances of a silent sea, rushing outward to heaven.

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