This last couple of pages
I have edited quite impartially and frankly
heartlessly or as autonomous as could be
anyway,
and I mean that in a most familial way.
This closing volume,2017 in the year XLI
much was burned,
including bridges and outback structures,
dilapidated and in need of wildflowers
after all these years of standing
and resisting color.
This is why some things remain
and others leave no trace.
There was once a line,
or anchor
I cut
this year.
To say only the most necessary things,
required no speech or recapitulation
of histories and books burned all the way
through to The End.
