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Michael J.J. Heart Poem
Beset a clear moonlit night
Aloneness
Warm, comforting, like the slow rise of a sleeping child’s belly
Between fence and dream, both showing signs of decay
Shadows cast, embroidered in grass, of this generation and the next
There is no prettier landscape than one that is dying
The canvas is black and still, no star only satellite
Copyright © Michael J.J. Heart | Year Posted 2014
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Michael J.J. Heart Poem
She sits there, knitting
It’s the same deal with worker bees
A continuous addition, to completion
Shameful, that I keep tugging this loose thread
She's knitting for nothing
I think she knows too
Stubborn woman
Copyright © Michael J.J. Heart | Year Posted 2014
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