less, shoes peek out, spilling sorrows or new destinations

unpaired.

* * *
“Some didn’t make it. Some did.”

The windows miss their workers. The walls miss
their buttresses. The workers miss their chatter,

how a meal brought plenty, how a scent could
waft into a smokeless ascension, how odor never was/charred.

* * *
“Some didn’t make it. Some did.”