somewhere between
the angularity and ambiguity
of time's passage
the mountain spires taller
than when you first saw them
Three Gravediggers
the steady gaze
of gravediggers
two with clenched hands
as though they were still
holding their shovels
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the sirens sounding for the Clarksville tornado how quickly the cloud changed into a white funnel of terror
