Bo Bartlett - Dreamland (American 1998)
Could it possibly be all the staining love I have seen
Is now before me?
My eyes brim with jeweled tears--
Easily and free--
Each one confiscated from a heart,
Each labeled,
Each as promised restored to the return addressee.
Each, my Love, safe.
Tomorrow these emeralds will grow amid the grasses.
This conveyance of the soul you too shall see.
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