CHIMNEY GROWING OUT OF RUBBLE
In a clearing one longs
For the forest’s depths,
The substance of amnesia,
Subdued blue hues,
But finds instead a past—
A landscape salvaged
From memory’s wreckage,
An ambivalence called home:
An empty stone foundation
Tilting inward. The river
Between freezes and thaws.
Surface ice shatters and cants,
Freezes once again to offer
A jagged passage across.