that you were a wren
or swallow or bluebird
inhabiting some uninhabited space
that men might make a home for you
fashioned from discarded boards
of some abandoned barn
that you were two or five
of Jesus’ sparrows
alighting on a bough of locust leaves
that wings would be your grace and
lift you from the thorny branch
or save you from the mangling
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