Fragile as birds
A lazy river laps at mossy green
stones along the shore.
The soft mist soothes the forest floor
from a fiery sun dripping down.
You call from the
shadows among the trees.
Hearts coalesce , fragile as birds,
yet you never let them break.
All the wonders we’ve seen and heard
have no meaning but for us.
”I placed his hand between my breasts…feel this, it’s my heart”
Great Expectations
Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose 
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