He bore His roots from the
sky
and strongstood.
absorbing the warmth of
vehicles
as they rushed by at
hundredspeeds
at friction with the clouds,
rubbing out oxymorons,
pockets and echelons,
in the airwaves.
proposing, talking with His
hands
even to Himself,
wanting to wash them
without water.
collecting from the smoke on
the freeways,
mistakes.
mistakes in permanent
marker,
journeys lived in
parentheses.
leaving knots of
conversation
to signal the places where
someone
had considered Him.
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