A Cargo of Green Hearts
some days all I have is the red-hearted
cedars to keep me company
they march out into the water
ahead of me as if to shield
my eyes from the future's jagged chandeliers
and though sad
they do not tire of wet feet
some days it is enough--
the way some mornings to lie
awake, wrecked on the beach of sleep
to move through them like an old
canoe seeking out that sliver of
daylight like the edge of a coin
but some days
I grow impatient for you
even if you shall come of
faraway and unpredictable surfaces
of turquoise belongings
storm of lip and kelp of hair
the great water that the trees shiver and whisper of
but cannot describe.
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