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Tattoo ON MY HEART
April 17, 2020
POET-IN-RESIDENT AT RICE HOUSE
DURHAM, NORTH CAROLINA MAY, 1995
Sometimes a black shadow
passes over my heart
and my open heart
is dark
and closes in on itself.
Thoughts of regret
and pain of loss
and remembering what was,
when it was good.
Most of the time, I keep my heart
clean and swept of litter,
but sometimes a black shadow
passes over my heart
like a witch riding past the full moon
on Halloween night.
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