A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
when the dust has settled
when you've reached the end of the fence your rope the string the line your heart when you've worn your shoes through then your socks and the bottom falls out in a freefall when time is up out and time is a river you're cast into, when the moon bears down on you like a stone and you've got no candle to light your way or map to show you the road which refuses to rise to meet you listen: others have gone here before their bones are the trail you travel their blood is the water you drink their words are the hands you hold onto; be still in the dark in the cell you've been cast, lost in the desert your thirst has made for you, take heart shed a tear, and even if it kills you follow the sun the bright orange sun toward the dawn even if it may not dawn on you. Comments are closed.
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