Samuel Amadon
Out in the bitter blue over the vacant street
The night before into morning as it filled
With news of what we’d known as we slept
Now written out. A fact we met, we meet still.
I went with Lizzie through the day, in a state,
Passing supermarket strangers, one two three,
As if nothing had occurred, as if one couldn’t taste
The fire, the literal fires burning Tennessee.
I don’t know how to turn back to my mouth and eyes
Held, hanging tears through a doorway,
Hiding from my kid what fear is
As I’m not afraid now. I’ve been so swiftly remade.
I can touch my fingers to my face,
And when I look, not a thing is out of place.
