A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
some days you find yourself
wrestling mannequins, strangling railings burying your head in crates of nails cursing the thud of your own sad heart. please stop. there is no time like now to duck under the backyard maple & count the veins on its always-spread palms, to cup your hands in the water of someone's voice, to indulge deep in the molasses of the very air. it's all a matter of perspective; darkness is only visible when your head is full as a box of old newspaper. burn the news. end this war. let the black script cease. feel the sun hollow you out & fill you with its innumerable flaming lanterns.
Hanah C. LaBarre
12/30/2013 09:53:06 am
Gorgeous, Paul. I truly enjoy these careful, welcoming and profound poems. An elegant site, too. Thank you!
Paul
1/1/2014 12:14:32 pm
Thank you, Hanah! Comments are closed.
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