yards off the rack

let the charged heart,
be broken
forever
and repeat the same instinct
to love
too crippled- to look back
the bones mend
and the walker moves
unsteady
but still forward,
dreams cash in
with howling winds
and hail where
the bobcat meows
terrible in the east lane
and love is battered, lost
unmoving
like a homeless man stolen
in a roofless garage
over whelmed
by quiet rage
and the
hope
to be left alone,
still the
heart wanders on
and
is found time
and again
like words
for
the bricks, the pipes
the stones that
mix with the million
human lives
crumbled to this remainder
a fair child
born in this city
mute
and so
desperate for the animal,
the clawed passion
of being
that the morning is rung in
gold and purple
by her fate and her longing
there the
devastation is
surrounded and
blessed,
like a coronation,
the
crowing of a
stubborn heart
pierced finally by
the silver
leaf of love and the single
sustained
note off the
lovers tongue.