Montecito

The change hit hard.
In a flash, in a flood,
the town was leveled
and we were gone.

There was no breathing.
The impact knocked the breath
from our bodies.

Lungs filled
with ashen mud
as the splintered bones
of dreams and houses
pierced our hearts straight through.

Remember,
as you scour the wreckage
where gardens once bloomed
and children played out in the yard

Remember,
as you find our lifeless limbs
among davenports
and the twisted shells of cars

Remember,
as you light candles
and piece together
the stories that buried us here:

Our topography is forever changed.
Nothing will ever be whole again.

 

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