A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
well, it's almost over
another year. and what have you learned? again the death of people the extinction of a few more species. maniacs in places of power are at last, fittingly, speaking like maniacs. I miss my grandfather and the sea, and the loneliness hasn't killed me yet. still: the birds leave in the fall the birds return in the spring. the river will tear the ice out of its heart. the moon will glow like a melting coin the moon will sleep on her velvet pillow. someone will try to sell me a thousand things I don't need. what I need: a place to come home to. a heart, or a smashing wave to break one. when I linger on a mountaintop amisdt the lengthening rime and gnomed spruce it isn't nostalgia; I'm trying to empty the pitcher entirely to erase the wall between memory and forgetfulness, heaven and earth. Comments are closed.
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