Without a net, I catch a falcon
and release it to the sky,
hunting God.
This wine I drink today
was never held in a clay jar.
I love this world,
even as I hear the great wind
of leaving it rising,
for there is a grainy taste I prefer
to every idea of heaven:
human friendship.
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