Twelve days before Easter a heron dances on razor wire thatâ€™s strung like Christmas lights around the Texas prison. The San Juan riverbed is dry enough for breath to expose the bones of migrants buried in the topsoil. I do not waste my children. With the bones I craft a mobile and let the blistered marrow pollinate the earth as snow. And with the wire I forge a catch and tether to fish the holy out from hiding in the empty lake where shadows rage. But heron, I let you dance until your lungs are parched and sore. Even God needs to exhale some mornings.
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