A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
this poem
is to say goodnight as you are carried through the wall of sleep to where the owl zips himself into his tuxedo of sculptured air the coyote unpacks her symphony of bent flutes and the pirate moon fits its horn to dredge the treetops. here, too, you ready yourself: naked as an apple prepare, perhaps by keying a secret sequence of stars; by launching a kiss in a paper boat; or by whispering, now before it is too late one thing more than your breath or survival that gives you the right to say "I was alive." Comments are closed.
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