We went wandering through death
for the first time of many
and found the trinket made of stone
it was the birth stone laid against
waters
as always a fish on the dash said Jesus
I pulled a rainbow from a tear and
put it under a scope and it looked like
veins
curled around that baby in my arms
a cell electric as a flash of sun
on a crystal of ice the distance of the
sky
a shimmering and highlighted star
set in the mouth of the river
there was a word that turned green
to brown when I heard day fall
through the net of praying hands
or it was a hole in my heart
that couldn't be empty enough
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