Small Stones

The last 4 lines from  January 451 (Mid-Winter Thaw), the poem on page 37 of my new book*

The heart burns
hotter than paper.
Sleep is not death.
A poem is not a kiss.

*From Memories of When We Were Birds

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Small Stones

  1. Millie Ho says:

    Love it. Great thanatos/hypnos reference too.

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