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Snapshot 29 December 02004 - Tsunami

Montage-a-google|tsunami  via Chasing Daisy

It's beyond comprehension. Each morning, the number grows: 22,000; 44,000, 58,000, 76,000 --

This entire city, its booksellers, its bureaucrats, its shopkeepers, gone.  Homes, grocery stores, apartment buildings, libraries, swept away.  Its grandmothers, gardeners, carpenters, and all of its children, dead.  Bodies in the broken streets.

It's beyond imagining.

this morning
a dead sparrow
on the frozen ground

Snapshot 22 December 02004For Árni Ibsen

Yesterday
was the
shortest
day. Snow
came. It
silenced
us all.

I try
to hear
invisible
strings
pulsing
beneath
the snow-

banks,
or tiny
particles
bouncing
off of
each other.
I am

listening
very
hard.
I am
waiting
for your
voice.