A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
Wood frogs beneath the floodplain
lie leaf-litter frozen hard as ingots still and still so tight and hard the silver maple buds you could nail one through a plank while softshell turtles asleep as stones have paved the river's muddy bed for months still living? or breathless-dead? you ask it's all attitude, what you think and how you think it, a glass filled by half or just half emptied is this love so sadly stripped away by steely ice and clawing wind a sleeping seed or a cold dead stone-- you choose: do nothing or love this world and all that's living take that frozen frog that is your heart and blow on it like an alchemist bent on turning hopeless lead to burning gold. Comments are closed.
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