From the collection, The New Creation © 1994
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Yesterday, I swear,
I snatched up the sun
As it skipped
Atop the forests
On its routine
Flight home.
It left a tiny, searing hole
In the middle of my palm –
Round, like the head of a nail.
And Jesus Christ wept
When he saw what happened …
Another man reaching
For something that is
Already there.
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