"People prefer what they see first..."
He said.
I wanted to talk but had nothing to say.
One hundred million hearts will beat together as
one
"Sweep the fireflies under your net!"
He said.
But I clutched at the cloth
And breathed in its brown soil
What are the secret possibilities of trees?
Their whispers control me
even in my sleep.
"The word love should never be written down,"
my Father told me.
Still, I think of the things that have ended
and their clinical ways.
The heart. And the dark. And its noises.
I tied my cloth around its trunk
And shuffled to my spot.
The man in the mask smiled down on me
And told me not to worry.
Down went the tendons of my sugar maple.
Its felled body soft and shapely in the dusk.
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I like how the last line of the second stanza mixes up the flow. I like the daring punctuation in the heading. I like some kinds of cheese, but not others.
ReplyDeleteMOLLLY!
ReplyDeleteOne hundred million hearts will beat together as
one (this is not only a great image but it looks great in print, the number, for some reason)
thank you for acknowledging that the dark has noises! SO MANY NOISES!
Second stanza is a stunner.
I don't know if I am following you on the third, but might totally be me.
Love how you end in a "couplet"
THIS ROCKS.
LOVE DANIELLE