you got fight in your heart, kid

my heart

is the size of a fist

that resists opening up

to hold your hand

it needs to fight

for there is only a little gate

of white picketed fences

to protect it

from other hearts

that punch harder

and could break a rib

or worse

a man

*

what’s the matter

is something on the mind

is it that your mind

is made of matter

and whats that

are mined to make

things matter

or is it that

you mind to matter

*

the snow was black

and the mountain red

and i was blue

in water

even though i

couldn’t swim

now

i am writing this poem white

remembering

*

oh earth

i am sorry

you cannot be sorry

and all i can do

for you is

use you more

for apologies later on