The stories stack in Lego-blocks marching up the hills
Brick upon tremulous brick
Birth upon death upon memory
Rainbow of lives piled high
Declaiming what lies within
Vivid kelly, life’s tranquil color,
Yellow screaming to be seen,
Dots of wine and blood.
Lines and rows, rinse and repeat,
Library spilled upon the cliffs.
Each tumbled block holds close
The skittering ones within.
‘Notice me’ applied with brush and roller
To hide the beige of glacier-days
Never-ending afternoons filled with empty
And ‘how long’, accreting into light-speed years
Shoved over canyon edge into nothingness.