the arithmetic of care
near the rock river
wisconsin
in bloom
the year’s second full moon
a beautiful dutiful thief
just saying that comes as relief
no longer
keeping it
from myself
sharing the wealth
the health
the burden
of words
you couldn't call it anything else
these are the ones
that woke me up
that made me
love
and forget what it is about heaven
turning over every leaf
to find they are the same
what was
the name?
to finally place the blame
in brazil it isn't summer
clandestine behavior
to taste
the sweet sunshine
cold and clear or warm and bright
joyride got to have
summer twice
before she took
the bad advice
she spilled it slowly late at night
she took the time
to take a chance
before the fall
broke both her hands
put the idea back in a can
it came from eyes
and minds hearts in the air
from scorn
and stares
golden waves of golden hair
not sure i was
supposed to be complete
not even
remotely sure
about supposed to be
to those that would
thieve
and everyone
does
the wood makes a good effort
to hold back the water
feel like it ought to
come back
to the old kind of
trust
Helping Mr. Rothko by Henry Xavier Porter 2007
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