If sea waves crash down
and wash out golden irises, please tell
me how on Earth blue nail polish
should cease to chip
and breadcrumbs cease to
fall and hearts
cease to break.
When love doesn't prevail, when the
oceans recede, when golden
irises rise up from the dust be
sure to grab
your coat as you leave behind because,
everybody knows
that to protect your heart
is to protect you home.
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