One Heart
Look at the birds. Even flying
is born
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
"Kneading" by Darren Delfosse
Peer at the felines. Even kneading
is born
out of nowhere. The first need
is inside you, wanting
at both ends of day.
The work of paws
was always acceptance, stapling
one heart to every lonesome thing.
Interesting work, Darren. You might also experiment with taking greater liberties in the improv. Rather than keep his "heart" at the end, you could change even that:
ReplyDeletestapling
one heart to every lonesome thing.
or
stapling
one question mark to every lonesome thing.