The sliver of love’s magnet caught fast in my heart,
And then, the whole tree of love’s source
Followed, through the wound, and into me.

These tears, my leaves.
These memories, their branches.

Frozen in winter’s clutch
Our precious eggs
Shattered in the storm.

Jan 17, 2012

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