April 29

by C

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poetry

My heart is over by the budbreak
far far over

in true sun and night
no passivity of rain

it falls unequivocally
as the light comes down in bars

full chords of golden rays
and the shadows palpable.

My heart is just one cautious note
a finch at the field’s edge

singing it is so very late
and yet still early

a frost would be the end
irrevocably

but the leaves unfurl like tiny sails
there is no other now

OPTIONAL POETRY