casemate poems (part two), 23

Joe Blades
From:   casemate poems. Waterloo: Widows & Orphans, 2004

casemate poems (part two), 23

where is the heart? my heart?
sometimes i wonder if mine ever

truly started—too much thinking—
someone's littlest little sister staggers

just learned to walk this summer
and my heart    if it knew and forgot

must learn again   how to talk
it's time  it's time  it's time

cbc journalists say they get it
thinking is not enough to live

carrot is not my talking stick
but white hemlock    green heart...

breathe   slow down   and feel
sun move across still you

sitting   yet moving   hurtling
through this ever-expanding

we've got to recognize this place
all the peoples   not just history

of long ago british loyalists out
of united rebelled colonies south

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