as we were leaving
we heard the crash and rumble,
structures falling down
Nothing of it touched us, though,
nor did it touch anyone —
I guess we were all leaving
at the same time
I guess we are arriving
at where we need to be,
and we’ll recognize each other here,
see as we have never seen
We’ll need new words for this,
for how we feel
in this place without dust,
as we find ourselves real.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2017
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