Monday, April 11, 2011

Filled with light

I'm taking out
my crooked heart,
setting it in the yard--
garden art. Next spring
the sweet peas will climb
right up it, attach their tendrils
and hide what used to be with beauty.

In my chest now rests
a new cloud. It may storm
or disappear but it's light
and driven from above,
so we'll be alright.
We'll all be alright.


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  2. Yes. Yes! This is the perfect poem to read now. Much needed.