Monday, September 10, 2018

the leaves within my heart

i answered the wind
(calling me softly)
with a sigh of my own:
i have no more tears to give to the dead.

yet i linger still, unable to turn away.
the leaves within my heart are burning,
their smoke stings my eyes,
forming a cloud that blocks the sun.

the wind stirs again
brushing my cheek gently,
like you would do.

there were tears left after all.
i freely let them fall.

6/23/1991

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