others remember differently of course
their echoes are echoes rippling
person to person silence not silence
but a form of not speaking up a form of
held back in the throat what could unravel
if you let it if you could rewind if
you closed your eyes & imagined something
else a swirl of dust kicked up in sunlit
dusk that green grape placed in cave
of mouth or the anthem sung & sung
each morning at 9 o’clock a ruckus
of could have been corrected because
I was there watching it become what was