Friday, March 22, 2013

Put My Heart at Ease

Why not? The valley of recollection
Can be raw, can be windy, but it's spring

And the river that runs through it is free
Of snow banks and ice jams for the first time

Since whenever was when you could relax.
So relax. Remember what felt good then

As part of whatever feels right right now.
Stare out into the fierce blue afternoon

And think of the green days gone and to come.
Nostalgia's so unfairly, cruelly mocked

By those who hold the world condemned and vile,
And seethe, small volcanoes of redemption.

When I'm like this, I like it as it is.
My days have held a sweetness I still taste.

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