Pieces of My Heart

And so the snow.


Far away the cactus flowering.


White morning making


my hands sting.


Lilies in a refrigerator


losing scent.


Tell me the weather


wherever you are.


Let snow send its angels—


lay down and wave


numb arms.


Deepening drifts.


We who are left


like mailboxes along a country road


huddle together in the cold


awaiting word.



LIFE..

I ASKED no other thing,

No other was denied,

I offered Being for it,

The mighty merchant smiled.


I ponder towards it,

Hoping no other than an answer,

Procrastination was a middle name,

And so Shall It be DONE.


With the guidance of late Emily Dickinson and "early" Kevin Young

Summarized by the mistress of this blog,
--mitch--