because we are born to ourselves it will be necessary to love late in life is this what I first learned to recite? my memory is yellowing with age heartwood softens with conceit because I am bound to cry wolf it was imperative to silence any alarm is this why pain is permitted to penetrate? my thoughts turn blank with thinking heart stops midway in my throat
© Laura Granby 2016
10 line micro poetry a la Stephen Crane for the With Toads challenge: Because it is my heart and checking out the Tuesday Platform
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