Luke, at two years old, takes his mother's open hand
and tells us that she's holding a blackbird, her palm
curved, it seems, under the weight. It makes us smile.
Later, after you've fallen asleep, I find your hand
under covers, run my fingers inside the warm
cusp and touch, for the first time, its wings.
-John Pineda
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