The newt

 The newt


We were

(me and Chey)

Walking around the neighborhood 

She saw a little newt

missing an eye

On layers of brick

Holding back the bank of a hill


Picking him up

And placed him

On a stump

Where I assume

He found peace

And potential safety


We were going to break the rules

Of my lease to help the critter

Take him and rehabilitate his

Tiny life


But when we got back he was gone

I was anxious


I hope he is safe


We’re all tiny lights in the darkness 


Mine was dimming till


Till you rekindled the flame


Flames carry from souls


Like fire on a candle wick


Souls renewed become something new


Trash blown into

The corner of the roundabout 

I don’t know what is the metaphor

Or the truth to articulate

Other than I hope

We have more days like this one


Saving a life

Is no little victory


But if you include the newt…

Chey saved two


And I would not have had

The joy of witnessing

Any

Of

It… without… 

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