Sarita Brown Poems
|2.||Seven Columns Of Truth||10/27/2009|
|4.||The Wind Is Blowing A Hole In My Heart||10/27/2009|
|5.||Chance And Geometry||10/27/2009|
|6.||Our First Date||10/27/2009|
|7.||What I Thought He Meant||10/27/2009|
|8.||There Is Nothing Fluffy About This Story, Baby||10/27/2009|
|9.||Scenes From The Parallel Universe In My Sleep||10/27/2009|
|10.||After The Phone Call||10/27/2009|
|11.||Conversation By A Dusty Highway||10/27/2009|
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Conversation By A Dusty Highway
God sits next to me on the busy highway
and says nothing.
we have been traveling for months now and he is getting
i told him that the last turn was doubtful, but you know
god, he never listens to anyone.
that is not fair.
he listens to me.
I tell him that the broken heart is not
a tree or a brick, but a wheel
and is too bent for its normal use
i can put it on a wall,
use it for decoration, try to plant something
in it that will grow.
He says, nice try, but that's not what
hearts are for, mere display.
they are not pictures...