of memory and reason
was found in the breast pocket
of the last survivor’s jacket
folded and smudged
with his blood he said
throughout the ordeal
he had stared steadily at
an ascending hollyhock
the wide unfurled grandmother
leaves at the base the sense
of determination in the stalk
leaving its daughter-leaves behind
like little bursts of pain
and when he climbed to the top
a door opened by itself
but no one was there
just the waiting air
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