A Cargo of Green Hearts
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and the boat shall right
itself in the current and drift downstream. and the trees will float their manyjointed arms on the wind. the dead shall rest at last, blanketed in the earth’s green bedsheets. cows drift homeward; they looks like ships coming to harbor in the dusk. summer rests its chin on the continent and dozes for a month. those who have made love fall into each other’s arms and sleep the sleep of cats. Durga, you have ways of shutting down all this motion. when I come home I am whistling, and time is abundant enough to recline on. Comments are closed.
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