A Cargo of Green Hearts
the snake sheds its skin to make more snake
the moon drops her black skirts to round herself
the trees grow wider rippled out in slow rings from a single seed
the owl measures the darkness with her spherical voice
the fox cuts a red ribbon across your headlights.
from where do you enter this world? asks the bear over the
dark afterthought of his shoulder. do you think it matters
how you sit on this seat of earth, how you stand
on the rocks of your feet? be something sudden
says the frog. plunge in. Durga, you have all the answers.
you have placed them around me, in all directions
in all forms.
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