A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
today, seized by
a lunatic missing of you I hid from the sharp faces of this world its conveyor of deeds and disingenuous speech sought out a place I could burn myself alive for a day, take on the shape of a wild boar and lunge at boulders. it didn't last long, the heart can only spare part of its red bicep in the service of grief. beyond that there is only the task of living, the daily wheelbarrowing of sunlight across the hours until the next full moon the next giving out. poetry and being
afraid of something they go together fear's stiff shove its hammer-blow of cruel adjectives and what we tell it how we respond no matter how soft, how small inconsequential as dust like the windshield-struck bird we stopped the car for, hand-cupped breathed-on, our own breath said a few words to our own words, words of life that did not wake the bird but woke us. |
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