A Cargo of Green Hearts
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One, when I embrace a tree
it feels me no matter how canyoned the bark within the cracks even there deep chlorophyll wait with their green nets to gather the fish of my breath and throw back to me the fish of theirs; Two, the tiny beings that thrive in my gut, manufacturers, mariners, whose lives meted out in minutes swim in their sea of wondrous gifts where there is no fear of dark, no need for lighthouses; Three, the shape of accommodation the fathomless air takes as I move through it, how it closes behind me just as secretly leaving nothing but invisible ripples which spread out into the world without end. Comments are closed.
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