A Cargo of Green Hearts
wake up. so you've been slugged
low harsh and unfairly
so the entire world looks
like tinder and your head
rest here. let the unkind words
the hammer-blow judgment
fall away. it seems like the earth
cannot hold it all, I know, and the
stars are too far away to touch.
so it goes. even the trees
who once held you aloft
like old acrobats cannot
even whisper. some things
weigh this much. there are places
where birds seem not to exist.
do not take the usual paths:
to lie down before it is
to crush your soul like a wad of tinfoil
to stand up before it is to become
someone's self-fulfilling prophecy
there is a wind in the pines somewhere
a brook remembers your name.
listen to these voices until
you recall on what shelf
you left the portrait of someone
who truly loved you.
take down that face. hold it before
you. spread it like putty until
it fits the horizon.
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