A Cargo of Green Hearts
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friend, I wish for you today
beyond whatever collisions dodging anvils and smashed pianos crocodiles and radioactive trumpets the secret path to the overgrown garden, the one Frost spoke of whose sole purpose is to get you lost, force your feet into circles circling in and into where the leaves grow heavy as eyelids and time lays its carpet of tired minutes on the cool moss. may you find the old cup hanging from the tree where you left it in better days, the cup your ancestors made from oak proof against lightning and noise and dip it into the old well that goes right through the bottom of your heart through the roots of your heels and drink and become drunk on it, and as Frost said, become whole again, beyond all confusion. Comments are closed.
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