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

Here are several ways to deal with pain

But then they come, the slow gray monoliths.