I hear a murmur

John Katz and Kevin Althans at the Murmur site

I hear a murmur

Railroad trains, clunking metal,

wind through the holes in

the building.

Cathedral ceiling.

A blotted history. What

                  happened here hurt

                  people, poisoned the

                  soil, poisoned people.

It sits waiting.

Could this be the home

                  of 29 Pieces?

A Phoenix rising?

Beauty, spirit, wise

                  colossal reminders

                  emerging from this

                  stained landmark?

There’s a softness present,

                  A quietness . . . something . . .

                  Something like a murmur.

                  Something like home.

STOP

But hold on. You can’t move in

                  yet. There are formalities.

                  There are rings to exchange,

                  vows to be made, papers

                  to be drawn up + signed.

Patience, patience, patience.

— Karen Blessen

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