Quietly Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Quietly



Who sold your heart?
Was it the wind dressed like Paris
The bogs of London in halls of beryl
Prince once bright now trembles

My heart is not for sale
Will you walk toward the stars
10 miles outside of town
A little place by a field with a garden

You want the world
You can have it
Once in a awhile a Costa Rican beech
My candle burns quietly

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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