A Cargo of Green Hearts
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three geese flew across the lake
which was frozen listen: they will land somewhere, just not here where you can see them. I thought I would die when the water hardened I thought the earth had been cast into outer space like a discarded apple core. the frogs had departed with their squeaking green suitcases and I was alone only the trees observed my sorrow nakedly my vocabulary shrunken to verbs consumed in the mechanics of firemaking Durga, if your eyes are still green tell me if I am meant to see the landing of the geese. if I must be dragged forcibly to April please, as if I am still a worthy human being (and not an ox) keep pulling by the heart not the nose. Comments are closed.
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