To be reminded of sacrifice,

At quiet moments, aftershock
of memory compels not back to the site,
but forward into a ledger of takeout orders
or Latinate daybook.

Balancing debts against promises,
the cluck and
and chatter of a new breeze.

What kind of loose change
will it bring and when
will it in turn be remembered.

I have a hunch there are other
dusty rooms.

Suggestions like
laziness, fear or a lust for
the baroque comes through
as feedback on the night.

By dawn, the toss-up is
a tired one- check for surprises
in the cold storage,
you may reawaken yet.