for a few seconds after waking before they disappear

The fragments linger:

an abandoned roller coaster

beside railroad tracks

and the voices of angry strangers

talking about molecules

and God and history;

Salt and honey,

words and flesh

in the sick light

of the emergency room.

The phone rang.

She said, your account

is nearly empty.

two hundred and eighteen dollars

is all you have left.

……..what!

Forget about bread crumbs

or finding the grail,

sometimes all that's left

are the pieces and the place.

the story is smoke in the breeze

a faint scent of something burnt.