A Cargo of Green Hearts
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so, I am waiting for fall. I have touched
tenderness on this earth, have bowed to it like a blackened lover forehead dropped forward to the feet of a saint. have cut off my feathers and mailed them south. I cannot fly but still can sing. the seas are made of tears. if I stop crying I cannot blame the desert for being dry. each leaf prepares to die like a warrior painted in blood. a cloud has a cold name scratched on its back. kisses replay themselves backward, lips disappearing like Octobered watermelons. I have been carrying the story of a bear through this shivasana. if all goes well, I will awake riding the bear. if not the bear will eat me and winter will never stop. if you do not believe me think hard about what melts ice, what wakes the dead. Lazarus awoke to the touch of something he did not believe. a sliver pulled from his heart. Shiva awoke when death squatted on him and became life. so we recognize love in the thinnest of seasons by the narrow by the thin. we light fires. when our lover touches us on the shoulder we shiver, but not of the cold . Comments are closed.
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