Ode to an Artichoke

Oh the hairy heart which gives of itself and its thorns which go on and on and which we must learn to shed the way birds shed feathers in flight and then forget them as if they had not been a part of them or as if they were there merely for the disassembling which we are all part of and which we will forever be a part of because the heart with its inedible thorns is forever falling apart.

~ by raymunbro on January 20, 2008.