A Cargo of Green Hearts
you should have taken the piggy back ride
there in the downtown
in plain idiotic view
but you were sadly too old
you said all the lines of your face
gone straight the curve beaten right
out of them by clocks
but what he will remember
most strongly how kissing or lovemaking
all the circles ran mad
through your cheeks like
escaped roans who busted their stables
to meet the sunrise at the top of the hill.
the redness. the way freedom lifts us
from the bones of our knees so beautiful
the way your face made its escape
even with your eyes shut.
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