You are my lucky star.
       

My unmothered bird,

dropped from the sky
like a millstone.

If you outlive the fall,
crawl from your crater

like the second coming,
            like the swell of new growth

after fire: just briars and briars
and briars.

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from Catechesis: a postpastoral
The University of Utah Press
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