the page endures
May 12, 2014 § 2 Comments
The wind had the effect of making a jumble of things.
Sixes flipped into nines, nines resigned to sixes;
zeroes always the same.
Addresses renumbered or reduced to Cyrillic-seeming gibberish.
What to do when numbers fail us? When jotted notes,
memorials to memories since passed, don’t match the present?
We write these things down for a reason:
because reason survives the breath of thought
easier than the gusts of a gale;
the page endures even when its sense is as scattered
as letters, blown from a desk as correspondence
to the floor as characters.