“For he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”
*She was a 1000-piece puzzle who,
when put together,
always revealed something new.
Whenever she was taken apart,
something new grew between the cracks,
expanding her like the universe—
sometimes it was weeds,
but the same rain
nourished them both.
*indicates a line used in a previous poem