In bracket and thorns
Like the kitten I found years ago
As I walked at age 13
With Marlboro Light in hand
A kitten yelled
From the depths of a roadside bush
And children poked the struggling
Creature with a stick
Until I reached in
As one reaches to the depths
Of a broken heart
Pushing forth like a river
Of robust oxygen
Through thorns and brush
And all the forces which attempt
To seize a young life
To the warmth of this creature
Hidden
Tangled
Struggling
Yet surviving
By the grace of all that is good
Or yet to be
These words of a past or a present
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