A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
I am sad. There is no help for it.
one by one the stars fled from me like frightened animals disappearing into holes; one by one the rivers ran to the sea and did not come back. I live in this dry world, and am reminded of Mars, which we thought had life, canals like Venice, until we were proven wrong and alone in our sad orbit. The moon is covering her kind face as I write. The crickets have packed up their small orchestras and will not return. Winter is waiting with its sharp icicles. The sun, miserly, will not fill my sky to the brim of noon. All I have now is you tender night, how you fill me, love these words out of me, so that I will not drown on them until I die.
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Gregory Lawrence
11/17/2014 12:38:50 am
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