| cold december, just after dusk as the sun bid its cordial goodbyes we get split to pieces like an apple core husk to reveal the tree that's been hidden inside we're a sapling caught in a tattered sirah at the seams from the shepherd's purse-belt broke the news to mom: we found a better Mom we call "God" (which she took quite well) what a beautiful God, what a beautiful God, what a beautiful God there must be! |










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