Some offerings in a minor key—
months passing—
yellow acacia faded,
and this playbill too
after the storm,
old trees huddled around
a broken branch of pine
boats washed ashore,
and a “tide of bodies,”
after the tsunami
a bit of orange peel,
color and fragrance
all but disappeared
drowned villages,
bells tolling on and on
unheard
—Christie
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