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Paper-hearts

When

you have
finished
coloring
your cut out
paper-hearts

you might find
a reason to live

but
probably not

You plant magnolias
in every corner
of your garden

you pray
with no faith

and
every time you
cross a street
you see flashes of cars
hitting you
throwing you to the ground

The pattern is there,
but you can't see it,
and
pattern
has a different translation
in your dictionary

You say that someone put you here
and you sit
on the side of the road,
the asfalt beneath
your feet

breath

hand in pocket,
blend menthols, lighter

you can't make up your mind;
your wrist
or your lungs

flashes of cars

too exhausted to stand up
so
you decide to stay

pray,
God, help me
the whisper
in the wind
speaks
If you knock I will open

and you
sigh

wrist or lungs?

you take up the
paper-hearts
from the ground

they burn blue

you smile
and make up your mind

light it,
put it out,
light it, inhale,
put it out



Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2007-07-26 at 07:07

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lynne cannon
lovely poem well done
2007-10-13