Saturday, 29 April 2017


The heart is a flaming garland &
like all rings of fire, it is a tough

thing to step through. To step through
the heart takes courage of a gentle kind.

If you can make a lion purr by the scritch
of a fingernail, you are halfway there.

The lion's tongue lolls when it pads down
a path of pencil shavings, all the way

to the story in the woods. Sometimes
it's hard to tell the difference between

leaves and lies but both crackle when
you take a match to them. The heart

is flaming above all things.

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