Monday, August 8, 2016

Child’s Valentine

From the beginning
Thinking always wanted
To go somewhere
Not just sit home
With the curled-up heart
For which it grew legs
And arms while the heart
Went on hunkered
Down in dear life
Why would I say it
Like a fable
If it wasn’t –
So does the wolf survive
Or does grandma
Eat him live

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