What clues, ashy and nimble.
Each noun deserves an adjective, no?
The pair makes its way to memory.
Joy, of course, overrated. Even past
joy, we suffer. Not at loss; just to
see it and its walls, know them as thin.
Hold steady to them, a cocoon, a game.
No exceptions. Our thin joy not enough,
but the memory – voices, a chord, threads
of each city we made and left. I revoke, you
revoke. Our hands there in the spectrum-
whole, conductor, flow.
