A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
glaciers through the
valley poured cold muscle rounding it so that water could slide through sans thought. we mimic the artistry when making little human things sometimes approximated with grace more often jumbled and smashing things jealous as children. we don’t really know time or the heart we climb these peaks as if we could rise out disasters we have made by exertion alone. wind haunts us. lifts our souls a little. reminds us where the kite strings are attached. and in storms: what it would take to break them. Comments are closed.
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