A Cargo of Green Hearts
is okay to stop defending this
yard of earth or tiny thought or
spark you think your life
on. enough go turn sideways
the light sideways like the Old Ones
burned down their houses to
in the sun be still as a stick as the heron
has mastered this art of standing
between the beats of time and breath
friend, the way the ocean breathes.
fight for the air when its everywhere cool
rubs wind off your watery back why
with time when you have keyed its
blinds why pretend to be a target when
body is a home carpentered of light?
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