A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
it has been a long time since
I thought of you. November is a month grown weary of the sun. leaves batter the earth like falling corpses. a kiss lingers, a lost cardinal. a bird that matters, like a letter in a shoebox. brown and yellow do not suit me so I unzip. such missing, your eyes blue as torch jets. time, they say, has a flavor. this Fall has a flavor. Durga, something is awkward with the way I am sitting. an eye is crooked. I put my hand to my face to remember your hand. it keeps the earth from cracking. peace, peace, love. it is my only map of you. at last at the bottom of the cup I remember how deeply I drank and how much I poured out. Comments are closed.
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