Drop the lights
Take down the walls
Uncover the sky.
Tomatoes ripen--
Seedlings wait to be planted--
God pulses through the rising
Vine, through the purpled geranium bud
Through the flower-shaped milk
Ducts, that fill and ache and drip--
Through the cat that prowls its territory
And the fallen leaf that scrapes the floor--
The light that breaks through the grid
Of leftover schach
And through the hospital window
Where Bar breathes in his wildness
Feels the air enter and rush through his wind
Pipe, feels the wind brooding deep
As worldwide people ping photos of the sky
To the phone he will not touch.
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