Saturday, July 11, 2009

If Jim Harrison can crank out poems so easily

why can't we?

Heart murmurs and
heartbreaks
and reckless hearts and the
heart of the matter.
Get to the heart of the matter.
What is it?
Quit yer yappin'--what is it?
Are you listening?
Those are coos you hear.
Wing flaps. My body
yearning.

~PJM, July 2009

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