Doors need not fly wide,
all need not know
the name of the heart that walks
away from their noisy eyes.
Fold your arms like letter edges
and your legs like an envelope,
let a little hot breath
fill the tiny space between cupped hands
the tiny space in a cupped heart
a little whisper kindle
your ever secret eyes
your ever whisper spark.
And what they'll see they won't know,
they are seeing a prairie be
they are watching the being line
thin and thinner gone
clear and clearer rise.
feb 27, 2010
