it is approximately there
where God ran out of threads
where land is not sewn to the sky
and dangles
as a teddy bear’s torn paw,
another bit of someone else’s childhood
it is approximately there
where the Lord’s hand
doesn’t touch the shadow of a lonely tree
felled by human hands
just before the Holiday
this is something like
as if the sun knelt
and beseeched forgiveness
from you
and me
for
warming
our hearts
belatedly
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