Friday, October 16, 2009

Because I'm so cold, my heart hurts.

Big hearts. i can feel them, smell their blood

Filling, swelling, bursting over the Spring.

Rosary bees weave the new air around me-

A braid for me to pray on...

Please, bees, I promise you that I am

not a flower, But I am not afraid of you.

To the left, an ant is trying to wear my

Forgotten shoe, but let him-

An eye distracted is watching

My hand pluck chinks of buried light

out of the earth.

And right, there is music!

Oh, big heart, swell and share yourself-

I will leave my shoes in the tangle of this shade

And we shall be unafraid

And we shall be, unafraid.

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