Never Be Heard


Never be heard to utter
That word
For the trees may be listening
funnelling it into the ground
to writhe amid the dirt
& slowly rise through the grass &
stalks of weeds & thistles & dandelions
& be carried away
on pollen wings.


To slowly bleed upward
as morning dew & evaporate
for that day when the rains fall
& your love turns to you
& unsays that word
which began all the heart's magic.