A Cargo of Green Hearts
I can feel the waiting of trees.
cold holding its blue breath.
if it could end soon, winter.
the knuckles of ice that bind it.
everything that has been held back.
please be ready to whisper something to
me, Durga. place the weight of
your leg over mine. I have been
waiting so long. birds gather
in the trees with their magnetic
longing. time readies its small
fast hand. now.
teach me how not to wait.
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