There’s a heart that pretty fades
Along side setting sun and
Settling age
Where grass grows over
And hope calls rover
And heads sink down a day
There’s a place that knows no home
A fear that brooks long song
Steps alone
Where peace meets end
And hearts do fend
And love does not atone
There’s a mind that seeks its ease
At all worlds cost with pound
Its peace
Where thought do tangle
And carriers strangled
And interjections miss west to east
There’s a love that hopes its own
Around the motion in crowds
Of stone
Where each one pays
And priced pawns take
And silent hearts are grown
1/13/08
By Ruth Rivers
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