And yet
How a tragedy unfolds
Like light off a river
through the beams of a bridge
Coastal sunset
Till all that’s left is the salt
I imagine Purgatory to be
a purification not by fire, but by tears –
that being the proper response
to all our failures to love
Country club
Lettuce and bread
And rockets and bombs
Stirring up the clouds
Jesus waits and wonders
Oh why, human heart
do you sleep on the floor?
Dawn and the current configuration
What victory looks like
Hey, you’re still standing aren’t you?
You’re still trying?
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