A Cargo of Green Hearts
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1. bless the hand that should rest on my abdomen, the finger that fills the navel the way space makes room for a planet. 2. bless the electricity that goes out into night, winter, and comes back in a century bearing photons, glass beads, dead stars. 3. bless the eye like a lighthouse keeper’s face; passive, full of hands reaching for the almost drowned. 4. bless the work of tomorrow always the seed of tormorrow, triassic promise of the rose’s coming, hope and its vegetable fires. 5. bless the artist’s hand that will shape a face in thin air, the unartistic hand that loves air, the carpenter that, with five deft strokes constructs a face a vowel, from a stump and exclaims this, this wood is what I came for. Comments are closed.
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