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From eggs

the size

of small

jelly beans

come these

two beaks

that peak

beyond the

edge—today

they save

me, these

two tiny

wingless things.

Even this

bruised heart

remembers how

to marvel.

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the only thing

that matters

is the wound—

from a dark nest

comes gold

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One for the Wounded

 

 

how fragile you are—

I make my body

into a nest

 

 

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Scrounge and Comb

The heart is like

this small brown bird

who finds in the lawn

 

a bit of dead grass

and flies it away

to build her nest—

 

sometimes it takes

so little to build

something beautiful.

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I find a deserted nest
just big enough to carry
in one hand—
it is beautiful, this emptiness,
so beautiful I want to hold it.

Somewhere else, a great migration.
I cradle the wreath of dried grass.
It is another kind of journey
to stay.

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inspired by The Nest by Teddy Macker

Teach me, world, to weave
a nest with whatever scraps I find—
sticks, dry grass, old thread,
twine, barbed wire, plastic bags,
the sad headlines of war. Teach
me to make a haven out of mud
and shit and thistle down, a cozy
space, just room enough, no more.
And then, though I’ll grow comfortable,
teach me to fly away from whatever
comfort I’ve made—not because
I think I’m going somewhere better,
but because there is a rising
in the blood that says go. Teach
me to take nothing but my song
and the silence inside each note.

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At the Same Time

One hand weaves new threads
into the nest, the other
slowly pulls them out

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Above the deep river
on the slenderest branch—
a nest.

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