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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