poetry

on the disbanding of the Sifter Squad

on the disbanding of the Sifter Squad

I signed up to sift ash
but within hours
the public health people
warned us to stop.

Isn’t that just how it is these days
when Grandma’s soup bowl
and a couple of drawer pulls
will find a way to kill you, too?

I was looking forward to playing
neighborhood archeologist.
I was looking forward to finding
something someone had lost.

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