Reminders are scattered
Insentient and therefore incapable
One you might see lies in smart
Girls, their eyes pitted with
Another bats between fading buildings,
Their shutters shed, their privacy and
Eventually we will forget where they are.
They'll just be gone.
A third reminder will be found in the wood itself,
In ash, rinds, and the wind that swifts to know us;
Nothing beyond that--nothing
No one lone line of leftover data
Can explain the excess flooding in
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