Parading

Let the heart go rich with moss.

Let it have no footprints. Let the sun bleach
Let it have no footprints. Let the sun bleach
Let it have no footprints. Let the sun bleach
the bones of words you no longer need.
the bones of words you no longer need.
Let the birds sing in orange and red. —Nicole Terez Dutton
Let the birds sing in orange and red.
—Nicole Terez Dutton

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One response to “Let the heart go rich with moss.”

  1. Let the underfoot miles go. Let everything you touch
    name you. Let it be a long kiss. Let us stay

    until Sirius skips his scorched heart like a stone
    through the last spokes of darkness.

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