my heart is the flower that blossoms
pink and bright
outside the dry cleaners
i live downwind from their scent
my heart is
the smell of bread baking
from the bakers round the corner
i live upwind from its scent
my heart is
the sentences i write you
when time whispers "wait"
and the words say "soon"
my heart is
the rain that wakes me in the morning
collecting in my alley
in the space between two walls
my heart is
the joy of knowing trans oceanic flight
and the hearts that wait
for mine
my heart is
awake to knowing that
i will know when to
send
when to go
when to stay
and when to
meet.
my heart is
the painting above my door
arms up in the akimbo of
surrender
my heart is
that silver coin
oblong shape indented
piece of memento
my heart is
wings tucked in
wings unfurled
always ready for the soaring
my heart is
the morning coffee in my cup
and cigarette smoke in the air
and music from small laptop speakers
my heart is
yours for always
my heart is
mine from the beginning
my heart is
living upwind of baked bread
downwind of cherry blossoms
in between two walls swollen with rain
silver smoke wings singing
akimbo'd ready for flight
and well
caffeinated
my heart
it just
is.
-- kim thompson. thursday 7 april 2011. seoul. s.korea 14.00
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Nice, it reads like a love poem to
ReplyDeleteitself.... I love the alley, and the poodle, and the swollen walls.