| Heart
so Green
honeysuckle blossoms
their fragrance
sweetening our promises
our springtime kisses
and vows that now are
scattered and trod upon
dried remains of what was
when I still had doves
feathering my dreams
in snowy white down
nesting and cooing in
love’s mysterious branches
branches that seemed
to reach forever skyward
back when hurt was
another world and
the unforeseen
oblivious
to a heart so green
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