A Cargo of Green Hearts
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in the oldest Veda, there is not just one dawn
there are many and they often ride together or arrive from all directions at once, shadows crumble no holes to crawl into, stop pretending to be a blind witness, you ARE the light you must be it. this time of year, I wait for a solitary red lipped daughter of dawn to open her eyes. a bump on the horizon will make me weep. the trees seem to be raising their arms overhead. listen: I am a poor man. have crawled through the dark for eons just to lie down at 7 a.m. and see. no more nightingales, please. don't disappoint me and I won't disappoint you. I'll put you in the lantern of my heart and blow on that flame the rest of my life. my kisses, when they come, will burn us down to the toes so cleanly no ashes will remain. Comments are closed.
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