Everything dies
A well-known fact
Who’s to say
What might come back?
I broke upon the surface
From deep inside the ground
Archaeology is embedded
In every estate sale
I lit a candle
To watch the flame flicker
Life can be a carnival
That dizzies us
It either moves toward us
Anticipating its own arrival
It struck me today
How I hadn’t said
Your name
The tiles we lay
Inadvertently, each day
The machine of morning
Creaks and groans to life
And as she sat there
And watched her patient,