In the Tin Can of Your Heart

–A poem by Connie Weineke

 

I wish

in the tin can of your heart

a flash flood

a tumble with horse-sized boulders

the dam you didn’t see

coming, the cement

of red sand and yucca seed, bones

the dog you killed and buried

ripped roots

the cottonwood pull, winter

ice to scour the rust

the remains of arrogance

from your seams,

and a spring that runs off

with the holes of your heart.

 

 

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