After a Line By Yeats

When I was a boy with barely a crack in my heart
I loved lightning and wild trees

There was no one to tell me different
Old love and new were the same

Grandmother, sister, first cat
I’d barely a crack in my heart

Those were the days of mending
Wounds healed like a second hand

And sunlight fell across the radio
Curtains swayed, postmen

Whistled tunes, sometimes
I drank rain from a can

Barely a crack, scarcely a heart
A boy’s small accounting

And the cat leaving him
The skeleton of a fish

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