A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
all the noisy birds of this
world fly above the water. a loon surfaces on the lake dark being with an eye like a garnet. it says, "no matter how many times I surface nothing sustains me here. all the real food is down down down" and dives. seeing it vanish relieves me of all these lead tombstones all the doing we do. somewhere else, the earth is turning, people are making Great Plans. the machines we make keep telling us what machines we should make. the Buddha says "shhhh. trouble is son, you think you have time." before my grandparents died they began to exist more in the morning and evening. by midday they were already gone. there isn't a ripple on the water at those hours. the depths are as blue as tired blood returning to a heart. it's a miracle we don't die of exhaustion every night clenching and clenching. but listen, every lake tells the same story: "let me lean out over the water just a little more," said the cedar. "my reflection was so sweet but now I am in love with falling in." Comments are closed.
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