an unraveling

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House of Heart

When I miss you

I  become so small

My body  could fit into the  heart of a

sea bird begging  salt with its pulpy

tongue.

The scent of sandalwood remains in a

discarded shirt tossed over a bed post

where  I return and return.

The clouds unravel and tears rain

down in  shades of eventide.

Hold   me close in your heart like

the beat of a rhythmic railway

traveling  snow   covered alps or  the

black tar of far off foothills.

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