Benediction

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In your every rejection,
a poem waits.

It lingers there, quivering
like closed eyelids in half-sleep,
moth’s wings, tears.

I hunt it with eagle stealth
with aspen grace, with lightening
edge, and a lover’s embrace.

I am the swift tongue
of the mantis, its clairvoyant
eye glittering in the green
blade of grass

I am the volatile arc
of the comet, its loose,
hair streaming through the sky
as it flies towards the sun
with absolute certainty

I claim it. I take it
with gratitude,
with pride, with hunger.
This, your blessing to me.
Your boon.
It is my three pieces of land.
It is my atonement.
It is both reward
and restitution.
It will allow me to sleep.

I will write you a letter
every day. From your brief answer,
I will steal my poem.

I pray that you will find
enough rejection in you
for me to fill a book.

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