A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
a last wish: to be carted out
on the ice after supper. let the moon drag that silver leg over me and we'll see what's left. I am aware of the fish those old monks who've given up on air. what a deep blue world they pray in. their lips pursed up to steal something from the sad sky. it's all in the leaning, what the trees do to also surrender: extend, throw some weight into it, break the wooden ankles. easy to miss the crickets, frogs, face of an old lover. I am so lonely now, all in white on a supposedly red day. "try breathing," a familiar voice says and as if it makes sense, I do. Comments are closed.
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