Black Walnut Creek

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Black Walnut Creek

 

A winter brook flows to

Warmer, muddier waters. What we call

Love, eternal babblings over stones,

Flushing into spaces of courts and divisions

Around the bay. A body handles

Only so many transfusions,

And each heart becomes unforgiving.

Love, greedy Leukemia, and lethargic,

Everything good must first be killed

To ready the marrow for transplant.

 

Where love once cast at first sight,

Blood bleeds into the occipital lobe

And blinds the dreams that bind,

Flushing into spaces of courts and divisions

Around the mind. He has signed

The DO NOT RESUSCITATE Order,

And blood became thicker than water.

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