Local Sights

My sentences are incomplete.  What else
This early.  Eugene in another heyday.
Same daffoidils and hyacinths scratching
The air river willow even far from it.
At home in the library.  Others also
Resting their eyes.  That's why the carpet
All so quiet.  Not even phones ringing.
This way it is the day of the memorial
Every day cycle.  Heads bowed.  Then
I say no to the salmon dinner.  It is
Already too dark for driving but that
Is what we do leaving them behind.