box of jars

Alison Palmer

in memory of RVN

And You Say the Heart of the Tree
		is at eye level, so you see it beat
against the bark. You feel your own heart,
		believe the mind is not left
to suffer. 

Yet, your suffering creates a morning
din. How little we know 
		about such a melancholy song
	as this one I insist on singing for you.