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What I love about the ampersand is its compactness

& the way it’s open to new & unexpected possibilities

almost forming an eternal figure eight but not quite

for when the sentence seems to be over

or approaching its end the ampersand appears

like the first of a hundred thousand well-armed angels

emerging from the backseat of a Volkswagen & improbable hope

erupts like a new sunrise sharply piercing the skin of dark night

with radiating shards of light

& despite the smug sleep of the ninety nine sheep

when the wanderer’s gone the good shepherd appears

with it draped across his shoulders & the lost coin

is swept from the cobwebs

& the prodigal stumbles home where his father watches

& waits & refuses to lose hope scanning the horizon

for his returning son & then he grabs the hem of his garment

& runs & it’s then we recognize the continual pattern

of conflict & resolution of estrangement & reconciliation

& even of death & resurrection

a pattern that is by no means inevitable but woven

like the arms of a twisting ampersand

into the fabric of the universe