<div class="line">I tell her</div>
<div class="line">the rye truth.</div>
<div class="line">We sit in the morning,</div>
<div class="line">dew the soil staining.</div>
<div class="line">She cocks her head,</div>
<div class="line">I can tell she is listening.</div>
<div class="line">Her small eyes</div>
<div class="line">fill with tilled earth.</div>
<div class="line">When I leave,</div>
<div class="line">she pecks the ground,</div>
<div class="line">searching.</div>


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Resurrection

Confiding with a Hen

<div class="line">God is a rope.</div>
<div class="line">Long and thick,</div>
<div class="line">it pulls us out of the water.</div>
<div class="line">The roughness burns our skin.</div>
<div class="line">We continue to climb, the waves</div>
<div class="line">are still splashing. Our hands are red</div>
<div class="line">and we shout to God.</div>
<div class="line">We feel his leniency, strong and continuous.</div>
<div class="line">Then, with a flick of his wrist,</div>
<div class="line">we are flung back into the sea.</div>


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