each word
& gesture
houses,
poems,
umbrellas,
chocolate chip
cookies
the way you look
into a mirror
or through
a stranger’s face
the way you treat
your neighbors’
cat
will be tested
by kind &
raging flames
& all things not born
in love will burn,
like flaxen ropes
that bind the martyrs’
burning hands,
without ash or urn
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