After "Exceptionally" by Jonathon Wonham
the word falls, light
as a feather, tumbling
like a river stone
the likelihood of this
moment is almost nothing
but your hand won't
let me doubt
celebrate the minor rituals; try,
when life lives in symbol but wants
symbiosis
to move in this world
is to dream on every
ligament
articulated body
makes a home among the scenes
a shoulder holds more verses
than a jot could ever glean
somewhere a shot
somewhere a flap of wings
exceptional and miraculous:
being together, under
the snow
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