With guests upon them, how could they not
unroll the good tablecloth, lay out heavy

silverware, bowls of olives, sweet
cakes, bread and dipping oils?

In a household of bees, cells
divide into their golden overflow.

At the wedding in Cana, wasn’t it the mother
who whispered in his ear that there was

no more wine? Along the road, after
a hard rain, so many sparrows drink

from puddles. Whereas the stingy
spirit poking among the detritus

left by strangers is a scavenger
bird in his drab coat.

~ John 2:1-11

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