A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
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. Comments are closed.
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