Put it on your child’s calendar—
barring something like pizza,
horn failure, fairy vengeance, we can see
how quaint it was supposed to be.
Nothing gets under your skin like gravel,
dust, or apologies. These
we are called to witness.
The rest is nothing much,

yet belatedly comes to seem.
And then the tired depressed feelings life was expressing
stand in a new, modal sureness
of being seen, momently,
the drives spiralling out from under.
It’s a tragedy that it’s a loss,
hometowns unavailable.
There have been concerns, the often harrowing account
unanswerable for days,
overbearing. As leading questions reconstruct
a picture puzzle
the regional meaning comes to dominate
its near, farthest shore.
All the pieces belong.
Moonflower shimmers, a
kinder blur,
final as is a result.

Let old, new pets meet in neutral space.
Reunion fun outshines cruelty.