grief accumulates
marbles in a leather bag
cat eyes, shooters, steel
dust in the corner
stones in the heart
feathers on the camel’s back
it comes in storms, in waves, in small winds
in large winds
in stone walls
you lean against it
it leans against you
you carry a village on your back
a steep village
a mountain of masonry
dense & crowded houses
all the people
all the other animals
heavy woven rugs
they weigh you down
their beautiful, mysterious patterns
ancient colors
signifying ...
the colors of rain
cold rain in the body
heavy and dark
you wake with tears on your face
a wet and silent pillow
nothing can hold it
not dreams, not the body, not
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