A Cargo of Green Hearts
and the snow fell. if I were about to die
I would call you first. the apple
trees are bare, the last shriveled fruit
devoured by deer. somewhere above
the moon surely exists behind the sky.
I know love exists the way I know the
moon exists even without seeing it.
likewise my blood, faith. I am fully
within the house of me today and my
heart is big. the trees are cottoned
in snow, their winter attire. an icicle
accuses the ground. I am thinking of you
because of the tiny snowmen we
made on your sister's porch. a long time
ago but the snow that melts
earth takes up and drinks. we are
saturated with it. the memories, tree and
fruit and bareness; one with
everything I am, a sum, especially in winter.
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