When the pillars came down
and the foundation shook
us out of our self-absorption,
we promised: if love is never lost
and change is always constant,
we would not calculate the rent
only to declare it wanting.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- [poem removed by author]
- Milonga sentimental
- In the grey sky, a blue wound:
- At last
- Something takes a few steps and stops
- Metro
- Don’t let the dogs smell your fear
- Immigrant Time
- Concert call
- Standards of Learning
- Wind Chill
- The second crop
- [poem removed by author]
- Mile Marker
- Mission
- February Elegy
- Storm Watch
- Authorship
- Filigree
- House Arrest
- [hidden by author]
- Epithalamion
- Bespoke
- Ghazal for Unforgetting
- Instructions for prospective contributors
- Call and Response
- The Present