Poet as heart
To have heart is to be fearful of the familiar to befriend
the outlier each lie lies closer than the shrinkiest
of distances that fond the heart the poet as heart -
I can brave the torrent of masked poems but where will
the sun breathe? I can read about the how & the big how but
who will the stone ask? I can be the pliant bull but I won't
the hedgehogs are in want, day spreads its
eagle wings with disdain it has no need -
the full stroke of sun strikes you as it hovers
so close to your eyes your knees buckle -