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.

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