51.

I walk monochromatic hoping
to reflect the endless color in the world

52.

what war are we fighting today, wherefore we send
our children to die


53.

nothing lasts except memory
and even that
is aubject to rewrites

54.

you are a dream of an endless, eternal and flourishing garden

55.

a cyclone of last winter’s dead leaves
in the exterior alcove of downtown building –
the reassertion of an argument

56.

against the forces of erasure
we must all commit
to remembering (at least)
one thing
—
58.

one more bomb
one more river of blood
even still
one must live
so that beauty matters