miracle birds fly on miracle wings under a miracle sky
someone loads a parking meter with time and the “oo”
in the school sign makes me think the world is looking
out for me. every brick in the library was fashioned in
its brickiness to perfection and laid brick upon
brick and somewhere along the way someone thought
up electricity, the discarding of light, the key to your
heart, like a blossom in the spring snow. clever despite
the cold. I crack open my own, a walnut with a teardrop
center, and fold my hands into the brunt of winter. all
day the miracles follow me around like housecats. all
day I thank them for their moody persistence.
Have a great week! Have two, they're fat-free!
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