how to edit a world someone else created
for MW
A great blue heron pumps its broad wings
against the empty blue, seeking west
alone,
as I crumble into holes pieces of our black
and white photos I’ve first halved with a snap of shears,
saving
only the images of myself severed from him,
before I gentle lilies of the valley
among
the roots of the ashes, trusting
in shade to resurrect white bells in
spring.