this house is a maw now
he sits in the jaw
and waits
for a voice, now missing from the kitchen
while for anyone who'll listen
the sounds left to fill the space ring clear:
passed around the back garden like a wake buffet
a brick wall
tennis ball
bounce
A sunny ricochet
a sound to keep grief at bay
to keep away the day we set the table
in silence
we pass lemonade
line up stone swans in reverence
leave the gate unlatched
walk away
hope the bricks soak up the shadows she left behind
use them to shade the next kids whose laughter hits those walls
and bounces off
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