it has / become the norm / to claim your side / just scored.

There is a shadow swift as a rumor traveling the grass.

Little Double-Dutch girls chant / “birdie, birdie sittin’ on a wire—”

Hailemichael, newly blind, Heads down the street without his cane.

A crow, legend tells us, took the poisoned loaf the jealous subdeacon had sent to Benedict

your soul, one drop of dew, magnifies the sun