What Remains. I like the ambiguity of that Sally Mann title. Even seeing the photographs doesn’t lessen the puzzle.
Everything is blooming. A symphony of songbirds. A giant oak fell across the powerlines in last night’s storm. The scurry of a rat in the attic. Things to do, decisions to make. I am still, but stillness is impossible. What Remains. 
I speak the phrase three times with alternate punctuations.
What remains? What remains. What remains!
Question. Answer. Proclamation.
Nice tones in the trash can shot.
ReplyDeleteI think it would look good as a large print.
As an English major I very much appreciate your last line. WHAT remains.
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