Have ‘you’ anything to add. I
don’t ‘think’ (so).

That said, I might say,
quite,

in that
something might follow,

funny agreements resulting in sorrows,
a memorial wreath woven

of wild flowers and including
a tiny round mirror, a

dirt spattered white bear and a tan
terry cloth rabbit, the poignant

reminder of one woman's arm
and her other hand so

blithely removed and then dumped nearby
into a storm drain as if she were never

anything more
than debris.