A Cargo of Green Hearts
how the air undressed you
how your tongue touched my throat
like a drop of water.
it is spring now. the smallest of frogs
will make me cry. the river strips
ice from its bank, gouges deep
for the taste of earth.
we are nothing without
the beauty we have loved.
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