A Cargo of Green Hearts
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all rest. let all things
stop: the train, its wheels frozen upon the track the conductor pulling off his cap to scratch his bald head, the passengers wondering is this my place? where is the color of my home? the clouds locked in the sky, so still you could unravel one woolly thread by woolly thread, each drop of rain dangling like an earring, all the plants with their invisible mouths open. your thoughts, too, thudding like a gigantic clock all this time suddenly cease. don't panic. find the zipper. step a toe then your whole foot out of yourself. no one but your frowns will miss you. the ocean is hard as crystal, the fish sleepy in their deep beds. walk out wearing your best Jesus face. rest here, something says; come here anytime you like. Comments are closed.
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