Hailemichael, newly blind,
Heads down the street without his cane.
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Poetry
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The Poisoned Loaf
A crow, legend tells us,
took the poisoned loaf
the jealous subdeacon
had sent to Benedict
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‘The Translation of the House of Loreto’
You bet it takes a miracle to explain
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Respiration
This year I’ll feel the light of the tomb
on my own bones
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Or
the birds of winter are
resting in resilient decadence or
I’m not resting when there’s so
little time left for resistance
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Cloistered
When I was a boy, I considered
becoming a nun because I didn’t
want to shave part of my scalp