If I lit

enough incense sticks—

If I fed enough eggs to hungry nuns 
or prisoners— If I coiled

the anchor chains so the boats could stay—
I could continue with this list of conditions

and still I would not know how 
to bring you back. 

What a triumph to see
someone finish every small task—

one sock then another sock
left then right shoe

a zipper riding the whole
way up.

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