Trash,
\ncast-off tin and wood,
\nflotsam,
\npulverized, shredded,
\nthe remains of living and losing.
\nWayward pots and jars,
\nuntil
\nsomething hovers in your hand.
\nThe arm of a doll,
\na locket discolored by time,
\na box dented and empty,
\nand you hear
\nvoices return.<\/p>\n
A hand
\ncomforting the doll,
\na taste of salt
\nlifted from the box,
\nplaytime resonating in a garden.
\nTrash,
\nconsumed in fire,
\nretrieved,
\nrestored,
\na remnant of treasure
\nthat becomes your own.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Trash, cast-off tin and wood, flotsam, pulverized, shredded, the remains of living and losing. Wayward pots and jars, until something hovers in your hand. The…<\/p>\n