Rupture
~for J.B.

Where is my grit, you ask.
Grit has nothing to do with anything.
Grit is gravel in your teeth; an old slang;
a term of sacrifice and history.  Grit is so old
it is raw earth, sand naked as
sun bleached wood, cascading in a quake.
No, what you need are rivers that shine rocks,
rain that settles dust in the road,
saltwater that tides even in a glacial rupture.