Holocaust Memorial, Berlin

Some stories need stones
To tell them since silence
Best speaks them. Some
Stories need eyes to hear them
When speech is given
To ghosts. Some stories
Need space to write them
Footfalls to walk them, steps
To trace them, falling as
Leaves and floating in
Sighs, caught in beams
And shining in shadows
Some stories are best told
In open places where the blue
Sky watches the tree seed
Escape your searching eye.

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Trees in the Courtyard

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Enfolded by homes the trees
Rise gently from cobbled floor
To skies bent with bluish blush
On doors that let you go, release
You into the arms of the green
Breeze breathing your first flush
Of the courtyards embrace. Turn
Your face to their wings of light
Bright whispers flying into the day
Showing you the long straight spines
The upraised arms that will send you
On your way.