Redemption

the sun
escapes between
a hole in the

door
for a moment
a water bead drops
from cupped hands

of her grace, the grace
that is not manmade
in a factory of auto-part barn-horses with brick-skin for disclosure

idle among
clock-faces

talking tables
spin-drift emergence of wood-worming with difference
entangled in the blue

sky escape in order to capture

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