& What does the Blue-Footed booby love?


Divine Contagion


The back stoop loves summer for her alternating currents

of gardenia and mint


The gate loves the evening

and its winds

The children love the gate’s creak— winter’s grumpiness caught in the hinge


The brook loves the salamander

for its wriggling—in and out

The salamander loves the boy who spoke in kindhearted gibberish before letting him go


The evening star loves the dark

for bringing out her light Every citizen of heaven loves all that gleams black—beak of raven

mongoose tail burrow of mole

The nearly invisible clothes moth loves her unequivocal mission— to loosen the weave

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