Cracks in the highway.
Towers collapsing. Houses
exploding. Earthquakes
happen. Then too
a quiet summer night in
the poetry stacks
of the library.
I’m ten and alone and ex-
cited to be there.
I reach for something
unfamiliar: William
Carlos Williams.
So that happened too.
Saxifrage: the voice, the root
stronger than bedrock.
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