it would be a relief / a miracle even
suddenly outside / the exit turbulent

we’re studying our data every day / waiting

for this months-long moment to pass
before and after / a dividing line through history

but loss is the deepest measure / a void intrinsic to
our grammar makes us physically uncomfortable

as if we are riding in a wagon / through dry river beds

the language of the bugs / chirring out in the open
but also inside

dead logs / flat out refuses to answer us
we may not know when / this moment passes

or rather there may be no moment

in memory of Linda Capozzi

James Capozzi