A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
if it is true
that all is an illusion and even matter is a waltz of tiny fires, waves of light then why can’t it be true that the dragonfly stitches tight the lips of the dead so they will not speak secrets of that other world woven of stars that the living must not know of and the loons who we think fly south led by bits of magnetite sunk in their whistling skulls really sail on endlessly passing from galaxy to galaxy lamenting in their lonely way the extinction of mysteries while beneath the waves the starfish armed like hands bind this world for us keep it from flying apart in a grip tighter than gravity, more tenacious than love and somewhere in a jungle which is always somewhere other than we can be, the tiger striped in sunrise, wind and black night abrades a path through the trees the sparks of its passage making it possible for us to dream. Comments are closed.
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