reminders,
holes left in the wall
twelve, the cork board that held your tools
two, the door knob breaking through the cream paint
these walls remember what we made
love, a hurricane, a mess
the sounds of separation
growth of new islands
would these walls say anything at all
about the wrath of wild hearts
the calm of a flooded river
the change in the undercurrent
flood marks and growth charts,
reminders
