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"Out of the Dust"
by Julie Cook
I found
Jesus
in Grandma's backyard
stepped on him actually,
all tarnished and caked
with dirt and dog shit.
No one else noticed him
hiding among the pebbles,
lying below the blades of grass.
Me,
I saved Jesus,
picked the dirt off him with a stick
and put him in my pocket,
saving him
for later
when
I clutched him
in my grimsy six-year-old fist
and handed him over
to Grandma
and her silver polish.
Jesus,
soon shone again.
Through him,
for me,
Grandma put a purple ribbon,
and I wore Jesus
around my neck
for weeks.
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you're the boy
that can enjoy
invisibility
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