Things like this can't happen
to seeds and not to us
To birds and not to us
Though part of them is not natural
At all or part of this world
Flowers among rocks
As though they were separate things
That weren't supposed to happen
The surprise of beauty
Tossed in as an afterthought
Like whales breaching
Beside our tiny boat
On the lost sea that day
And night my hand
Trembles as I write
How could a rescue come
And not to us
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